I know it exists beyond what is clear
It is not for any man to fear
Apparent reality may seem bare
But abstract bliss is ever so near.
To trespass the gate, how could I dare?
But I long for the snowy woods out there,
The stormy night keeps me locked inside
So every fleeting detail I must spare.
As I venture into a world that has lied
I prepare for all that is bound to collide,
The terribly wet and barren street
Will reveal what seemed to have absolutely died.
My mind tells me to retreat,
But a distant spark keeps my heart a’beat.
What awaits I am destined to meet,
What awaits I am destined to meet.
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