Negative cysts popped,
so my soul may consist
of positives that uplift
as I struggle down the way
Lowering my learning curve
as life settles simplistically.
Set my sights realistically,
strictly in need of rebirth.
So here I stand, in between
the trickling of sand, alas,
face pressed upon the hour glass.
So much time has gone
and left my tedious grasp.
Will I be fortunate enough to see,
what dreams may come to be?
And as I sleep, my subconscious
mind will remind me of the things
I love or have left behind; as I struggle to find my way through this ever changing maze.
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