As I wake anew as if to recreate a dream,
And take a breath, unkowingly becoming concious,
My heart follows.
I walk along a path set orbiting underneath.
My mind struggles, hurdling left to right and right to left,
Along an endless track waiting for a gunshot, ready to cross.
Time records, will my conscience?
Time continues, will my dream?
Stay right, stay right no left, left:
But when? and How?
Do I dare utter, and to commit to toungue may be a sin?
Toungue thunders, washes, tornadoes silence.
Where do I sign and still presently move forward?
Who to ask, I ask you?
This is much struggling of mind matter,
Yet sleep amends such.
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