My dreams have lost their luster and I read them easy now
With everything in lucid rhyme that doesn't skip a sound
I'm summoned by a certain note and open both my eyes
And what constructs the things I see puts hoods upon the lies
But how can I approach them now without becoming stained
Without becoming subject to the motives they've unchained
In retrospect I take a step, enough to make a start
Without delay my legs begin to move our worlds apart
In time I'll reach the ground I knew and tended to, before
Though blind I be my hands contain the key that sealed the door
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
My dreams have lost their luster and I read them easy now
With everything in lucid rhyme that doesn't skip a sound
I'm summoned by a certain note and open both my eyes
And what constructs the things I see puts hoods upon the lies
But how can I approach them now without becoming stained
Without becoming subject to the motives they've unchained
In retrospect I take a step, enough to make a start
Without delay my legs begin to move our worlds apart
In time I'll reach the ground I knew and tended to, before
Though blind I be my hands contain the key that sealed the door
In sanity.
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