The Wall, and I

The wall of doubt that, I with certainty, raised to glory

Stings the heart; my vision, set ruthlessly ablaze;

Sworn to be built, so as not to repeat the story,

Finds me yet again, in a maze within a maze.

 

What disparity lies, in what all occupies our thoughts:

You and I: do we not cherish only, tiring ourselves to sleep..!

Craving to experience in all consciousness, an illusion

Of a dream; a dream, dear Slumber dare never keep!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I’m awake, woken by a memory sweet, 
A memory that begs of me to greet, 
Greet the death of a slumber, no dream; 
No thoughts recurring, wet soil, no stream..