If ever it comes that you feel alone at night, or lie in bed with uncertainties, weights placed forevermore on your shoulders, and thoughts to always henceforth be outside the world's reaches, always follow the dreams that aren't yet finished.
For, if you leave without saying goodbye, or using a rope to strangle the still-standing guilt, of something you did in the past, that was naught your fault as theirs, think of how sad the world will be without your existence.
If ever you have uncertain certainties, or overdue visits never planned, maybe life brought into the world on another dream's immature nature, tell naught how it helped you, but how you helped it.
If you ever feel alone at night, like a presence is naught felt, drain your soul, the one and only, to feel what was never there, and think of how bad the world would be if you weren't there to make a change.
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Where All Dawn Breaks - A Poetry Book
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry, both mine and not. If it was written by somebody else, credit will be given as possible.
