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Chance to dream
In my dreams I have a purpose
Balancing the impossible with my hands.
Steel bends against nature
Time falls through the hour glass at the passing of sands.
This is normal in these weird realms
My hands are machines without reason,
I move forwards to sidestep upwards
and my words change shape like the seasons.
So why when I wake do I feel at a loss?
That this is the dream that causes fatigue
to my machine with its limits
and my heart with its yearning,
Yet my mind is still unlearning
Waiting to be free.
In waking dream a purpose is
In waking dream a purpose is recalled...we wander lost attempting to remember it all
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Living dream
Beautiful words my dear, to seek the impossible is to seek perfection for which there is no rest this side of the grave.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.