Dream's Reality

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Fallen to a safe, vulnerable country with no hope of escape

loneliness is my security and fear has control of my fate

the fate that has left me long ago to succumb

on this mortal life that draws the line where warmth and family resides.

I view myself multiple times just to see what changes has been made

but the only thing that looks back at me is a lone soul wandering

wandering and wondering how and when it arrived at this desolate state,

reaching out to take a hand, but all turn away

the unmasked soul is lost, confused.

Again the soul wanders, searching for nothing, only to stumble upon a graveyard

Made of masks, the soul begins to look for a persona

a persona that will change it's wandering to strength and wondering to intelligence

But not all good things come from death.

With many masks in tow, the soul dons each mask to see

a different life, a different experience, a different wonder.

the soul views itself in various masks to see what changes have been made

but the only thing that it sees is me, the same person

the mortal life that draws the line where warmth and family resides.

the fate that has left me long ago; still distant, yet wanting to be reached

the control of my fate is no longer left up to fear; loneliness remains my security

still, no hope of escape in a little less vulnerable country; but falling...

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