The Catalyst of Truth
It's a riddle of the mind
It's a pledge to be spoken
When all light seems to die
Inside we are awoken
When I cringe in despair
Over what's gone and what's broken
It's the price to be paid
It's the missing gold token
When I sit in the dust
It says do not despair
The answer lies within you
Take care, take care
When the door seems to lock
And there's no way out
Make a way with your words
When you're shadowed with doubt
This poem is about:
Me
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