
What lies in the dark will come to the light
What was once just whispered will be brought to a fight.
I can’t believe what I once dreamed of, was what I thought could inspire...
I now throw these I’ll visions into the fire.
Corruption. Destruction. Automated intteruption.
Where to go when your thoughts have no room to flow?
Your breathing is needing to let out the unwinding, you’re deceiving
You thought you knew what you wanted only to find out you’ve only just started.
To see what you’re meant to see there is always some trial and error. One day soon your purpose will be clearer.
You’ll dream a dream, you’ll see through the scope.
The one “lens of life“ where you won’t lose hope.


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