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[Moss]
Immersed in light, broken in flight,
Here comes that scene again,
Not another sleepless night.
Scripted yet stuck on every line,
Upon my face a look of pure surprise,
I thought I'd be fighting fire.
How it's changed from my dream,
Did I stray from the path laid out for me?
How it's changed,
Did I fail in some way?
Easy to plot a course divine,
A simple graph cant cover ever line,
And I dont see what I dont know.
Some truths are harder to perceive,
The color has been drained now from my eyes,
Staring into endless time... |
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