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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A Dream To Dream

In the umbra of those dark clouds
I slept so long for years,
But couldn’t find

A dream to dream
A sin to sin

To fill my eyes with promises,
My heart with mirth

And one day I discovered,
Dreams cannot be dreamt
They live inside;

Like a yellow painted butterfly
Lives inside a caterpillar,
Green like moss

Dreams and sins
Are so strong and vacuous

Gravity overrules itself
When they play
But why is this clichéd

That dreams take you higher
And sins submerge you in despair

Some dream of sinning
Some sin for their dreams
So were does the difference lie?

I am here to dream
I am here to sin…

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