Seeing what we see
Is not what we see,
Until we can see
What is meant to be.
Alive in our hearts,
The fate of our lives,
Meant to be reached
Before death arrives.
Masks and lies,
Cause truth to die,
A horrible death,
No final breath.
Our woven destinies,
Take form in dreams,
Flowing and flowing,
As shining streams.
So as you gaze deeply,
Into the blinding meadow.
Follow your dreams
Into the moonlight shadow.

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