The Future

Caustic waves flow over my dreams,

Cleaving change into landscapes afore seen.

Chipping away at the goals in my mind,

Cutting at the ropes that bind.

Trudging through the aftermath,

Thinking of effects of the wrath

Thundering about the darkest corners,

Tinkering with secrets locked in sepulchres.

Arches that welcome or doors that forbid,

Always a way through the dark and twisted

Alleyways of life, with pitfalls unseen,

An eternal maze accessed only in dreams.

The End

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