To wonder, to think, to ponder, my life away,
What might make this so beautiful and yet ugly in their own way?
Step back, think again, whose words do I do choose
Is it my inner self speaking or my vision that needs a proof
Knock Knock, knock away on my door, I may just choose to ignore…
What might clean my lenses, what might waken my senses?
Let me wonder, yet think again…
Is it me or a soul deep in the dungeon in a darkness that dwells?
Seek me out, save my soul;
It’s me that can help me alone.
What might seem a desperate call is the awaking of the dreams unknown…?
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