Sublime Journey

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-Every day I am reborn. 

Violently ejected from my personal nirvana of sweet slumber into a cold dry mechanical hell ruled by clocks and microwave ovens. 

Sleep is my temporary solace. 

It is the haven from which I learned to fly. 

The haven from which my forgotten tears have forged rivers through bitter memories so hope can continue to flow with the current. 

It is a place however that is afraid of the world. 

My dreams never speak the truth for there I am a king 

but here I am a man. 

Do tell me true fair dreams, what am I to become... 

Immortal? 

Insane? 

Forgotten?

With each birth I am less of who I was, 

more of who I am, 

but most of who I will become. 

Life is a journey with no destination. 

Life is a Sublime Journey.

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