The world I see, so far beyond my reach
time travels so slowly, but still
they say a dreamer's dreams they never die
But how loud they moan, when met with peril
Trapped between rocks of fear
There is no place to run and hide
The sky is a blanket and the water below
There is no green for miles and miles
The path may take you on a different road
The one you chose strewn with what you cling to its hope
But water flows slow to slowly quench
The thirst which builds up within your soul
Does the story have an exciting end
Of dreams which knew no beginning or base
Are left to wander for themselves
And are stuck, lodged in a crevice
Time will tell, time my master
Time hides the harshest of truths but reveals
A blanket thrown into an open sky
To uncover vastness which describes no means.
All light may swivel, all darkness may fade
The twists which lend the story thus
But, what is left and that's all thats worth
To carry forth, the gold and dust
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