Memories, thousand mirrors broken together,
each reflecting within into me,
Light streaming through coloured panes,
darkness seeping away softly.
Through the swells of time,
I wade further, careless, with no boundary,
battles feasted upon, emotions strummed to,
to become un-whole me.
Vast realms, wild and tilled,
enclosed within, a spirit in search, in vain,
Reason and Belief, did You guide me?
or was it laid before, my surreal lane?
I turn to the horizon, to where I cannot see
struggle to turn the page before its done;
waves rushing around, I walk back to now,
later, I shall return to where I came from.
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