When the beats are low and visions are light, Often, in my dreams, I see an unseen sight. Through nervous passage to uneasy chore, My anxious sensation does open the door. It’s vast and beautiful; the pure and divine, I blink my eyes, and wonder, if it’s mine. If crawl or run; me, the clueless, a new born, Perhaps, too insane to anticipate due morn. The wind, the guide, and few lessons to fly, Though fledge less flight; I measure the sky. Chasing your foot marks, scattered over sea; You; the noble, the glorified or that’s only me! Sudden twist and turn; it’s fortune-wheel, A loud, reechoing call back; rising in peal. Let me be stay here; I beg, I cry and request, But destiny arrives, along with never easy test. Either endless peace or desires extreme, An inauspicious pick, the end of my dream.
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