There are some forces, their efforts, to create a divide
As you try to be closer to yourself, the more you are ridiculed
As if you are inadequate… a failed protagonist and raconteur
Encouraged to travel exactly in the opposite direction… wherever they may lead
Trying to catch that ephemeral dream and turning into an undying passion
As much being controlled by the predestined past and delusional future
In-between there are many stories that are incredibly deceptive
All the pillars of your inner beliefs seem to crumble
Upon what do you stand after that? It is moral unrest… a fight with thyself
Once that fire is ignited in a beautiful consciousness, then, mayhem
Beautiful dreams burn… only ashes remain, but they dissolve without a trace
~Amitav
Which won’t stop us from dreaming.
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