Lost in a foggy haze, without direction or barring
Always searching, gazing forth through mindless dreams
A beacon, just outside ones reach, ever calling yet fading away
The spark of a new tune, the bitterness of chance, calming and bliss
The past fades revealing truth, the facade of hate breaks away
Awaiting a reply, agony and fear disperse into comfort
Thoughs abound, all pointing in the direction of whats lost
The timeless search, screaching to a sudden halt, found at ones fingertips
Breaking through the gates, a flood of forgotten memory
Dreaming, wondering...yet completely awake
Calling out yonder, a caressing echo returns
Warmth and contentment, the final tossing
Spinning round, rising up and fading away
As the dust settles, chaos turns to ash
A gust of peace clears the field, trust reborn from ashes of doubt
Having been pulled out of the abyss by beauty and bliss.
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