racing thoughts
Of if's and maybe's
Perhaps crossed by a million
Yet sanity persevered
And these eyes found solace
In timed short death
Of dreams and visions
Unseen in the real world
It's calling,
Calling every possibilities
While hanging on
To a brittle wall
Built to nest wild consciences
Both good and bad
Like the light of the Sun
And darkness of the Moon
Both mighty
Both hopeful
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