SELF-CANNIBALISM

Dream On.

There’s nothing in this world.
Not a word. Not a soul.
There’s something in the rural.
Before it takes it’s toll.

A dream that burns the fire.
Clouds of smoke. Melts by rain. 
My heart fills with desire.
Flames extinguish the pain. 

Soaring through the sky.
Like a bird. Like the wind.
Awake, my love there lie.
Past gone away, the new begin. 

The future will come.
Just wait. Just watch.
Forgetting where I’m from.
Onward I will march.

I’ll leave this town.
Dream on. Bring it on.
I will not back down.
Not until I’ve won. 

I will succeed.
I will leave.
Cut the ties.
Goodbye. 

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