Thru the dark I faced my fears
Not naked, but in gold and tears
Not alone, in a group with my peers
Scaring us all with guns and knifes, the thieves.
They wanted all the money, all of our belongings.
I didn’t want to let it go, attached I fought for what I had.
With charm, with talk, mingling myself with them.
They saved my gold, they refused my money.
Scared still I felt, threatened by a stranger.
Not trusting anyone, afraid of being hurt,
Ready to fight, so sad, so frightened.
Hurting and being hurt, I left it all behind.
Traveling through the clouds,
Mixing subconscious memories and fantasies,
Awakening myself, there I got, Awaked on my bed, alone.
My Gold and cash, saved, in a box…
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