Entering another domain where life isn't known and can be
created in any way that is wanted.
Desires are running rampant, following no known plans,
allowing a freedom of senses to belong all to themselves.
Actuality reigns above a certain type of reality taken back
into depths of yesterday.
Undecided on which direction to take, finding the path least
trodden into inner depths of self, mirroring qualities of
innate talent.
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