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And he cried for his very existence, Fear crawled into every inch of his skin Slithering like the snake before Eve, But he could not wake from this dream A dream that he had where once he was happy The world was in the proper place And wisdom flowed like the Niagara Or was that really the dream? He thought of a time when he blossomed with love Or was it really love un-abided? Did he simply fool himself into feelings Feelings which he could never truly master He dreamed of a time when he didn’t ask questions He knew his path and it was sure Now the only dream he has is fear Fear of a reality that I will never be. |