I whisper like a broken dream.
Down throughout my life as unfamiliar shapes swirl around me.
I see a symbol I recognise and I search,
Slotting it into place,
Filling in the gaps.
In the real world my body sighs,
Breathing in the smoky air as candles say their final goodbye.
It echoes my dreams opposite as I open up to myself and glimpse hope of sweet victory.
A bright light shines around me and I feel ground beneath my feet.
Looking down I see symbols of gold against midnight blue.
I muse to myself how they could be stars if they did not whisper so blindly.
I focus myself,
Aligning the pieces of a puzzle.
The truth hits me before I even finish my step.
Its a broken dream,
No truth without my conviction.















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