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Moss-covered bricks

Lined up beneath my feet.

Memories of Amsterdam,

Walking again down my street.



Dull scents in the air

Wafting through my brain

This I remember so well,

Once a dream, but no longer in strain.



I recall a time, I had earnestly sought

A role which I am now immersed.

Fulfillment is stronger than dreams of a child

But tell how glory can quench such thirst...



Of night-born visions and fantasy worlds,

Of youth, and aspirations so high.

Can reality offer a gift so rich

To elicit a kiss of the sky?



And can a kiss truly satisfy desires

Of a dream, of a child's obsess

With a role so profound, so complete, so inspired?

Yes, I can finally confess.