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A Dreamer's Legacy

Where can we roam to discover our ‘selves’?
From a bird’s view
To see ‘I” with another’s eye

The eyes that can judge the lost kid
Trying too hard to be remembered
In search of a unique philosophy
To stand out but only as a bubble

The bubble in which he sleeps
Dreaming of a great debate
Between life and death
Between God and Man

Wakes up stuck in chains
In a century gone wrong
A generation divided
Along darker invisible lines

He looks up at the sky
A blue mirror with the face
Resembling the lost kid stuck in chains
Still dreaming of a great debate

He realizes it's all the same,
The judge, the jury and the judgment
No honesty in the absolute truth
No shame in the comforting lie

And then he concludes
With everyone watching the same view
There is no point
To see ‘I’ with another’s eye

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