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My compass pointing towards my dreams is broken my polished brass imaginator is lost My gyroscopes spin lazily now useless My log contains but disconnected letters the few remaining sentences contradict its stacked and leatherbound brothers I chained my silver dream kaleidoscope away above my head it's diamond sapphires and amethyst pearls are out of reach I said I would sail this way and I have forgotten how to turn this dirigible around
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
balled-up pilot
My compass pointing towards my dreams is broken my polished brass imaginator is lost My gyroscopes spin lazily now useless My log contains but disconnected letters the few remaining sentences contradict its stacked and leatherbound brothers I chained my silver dream kaleidoscope away above my head it's diamond sapphires and amethyst pearls are out of reach I said I would sail this way and I have forgotten how to turn this dirigible around
How can I dream if surviving is a daily struggle? But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. I have made the sovereign Lord my refuge. I will tell of all your deeds. Psalm 73
#broken#lost#sick#tired#dreamer#steampunk
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
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