When did dreams
become a dream
When did fantasies
become a fantasy
when did hope become bitter
as a dead touch
wanting as selfish
as a crying child
knots grip tight
my heart still beats
tensions cloud my eyes
yet i still see
every step falls as tears shatter
apart the dreams we once held dear
striving to hold what we cannot yet see
praying to what we do not understand
running into darkness
fearless and free
your undreaming mind cannot hold me.
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