To the Dreamers

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There’s no life left in this air,

frozen deer caught in the glare,

I am pulled in ways, all four,

with myself I am at war.

Where’s the hunger, pleasures’ sigh,

if it’s gone then I must die.

Hollow silence fills my heart,

from myself I am apart,

lost, the touch, and lost, my friend,

lost our words, until the end.

I’m amiss, at darkness’ door,

I’m a dreamer, I must soar.

Caught I may be, in currents tow,

yesterday’s gone, it’s time to go,

deep the desire, determined the flesh,

mine is the choice I must express.

Free the hunger, indulge pleasures’ sigh,

my dream it won’t, it won’t just die…