Awake from a dream
of so many years,
My eyes adjust
to the light.
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Detached from the dust of this world
and the old, clamoring, foolish men who play it like a board game,
I am unfettered.
The measure of success I hear people repeating
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Fixed upon a dreamlike land
On a journey I roam.
Free from illusions hand
All the world is home.
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Gaia, what do you have in mind for us?
The children of the waste, the people of dust.
We are the many, we are the ones.
Your elder daughters, your firstborn sons.
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Some people wish to see the unseen.
The way of doing this is to see what others ignore.
Some people wish to obtain the unobtainable.
The way of doing this is to do the things that others will not.
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In the times of old,
Great men knew,
Beauty always adorns virtue.
The good we do,
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The wounds on our hearts
We become scars
To remember each other by.
Our faces reflected
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