Our dreams could be much more
than we have believed.
Imagine
if dreams are not merely streams
flowing from unconscious minds
but are in fact
brief windows into other layers
of hidden reality
And I hear the silence
ringing through my ears
And I can't stand it
So I speak
to hear my own voice
speaking to no one at all
A slave to your own pain.
Where the road ends
The path continues
Where the path ends
Keep walking
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