Twisted Dreams
At night I stare at the ceiling in wonder
Thinking about what could have been, of what will be
Countless fears drag me under,
The thought of resting lost to me
In untamed world of nature shown
A home of love and success
Fate to me have teeth been shown
And in this, a testimony to the duress
I become stronger, like steel from the forge
Like a rock of polished stone
I close my eyes and am finally sure
I write these words for me alone.
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