These days we chain to broken dreams, black ocean waters in moonbeam rays. Sky beckons to see us soar, wings buried in pyramids enshrined. Rain upon us this cleansing freedom, feathers upon the mountains of our home. When we conquer a dream we become it. Fear holds down ambition, fall down to rise above fools. Valleys of emptiness appear in your mind, rivers of knowledge flow through.
by Johnny Blade
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posted 04/21/14 mdh
