Eerily soft, and similar
And recurring dreams,
Stuck in a circle of emotions.
Denying what they feel,
Denying what they think.
With no clarity and no insight.
Do they themselves know what they seek
Do they themselves know who they are
Do they themselves know the power,
The magic that their dreams conjure.
Hesitant steps, doubtful visions
But what hope they hold.
Confident steps, and bold decisions,
All in all a hallucination.
Took their first steps alright,
Who’s gonna lead them on hence?
Affirmations for the timid,
Rude shocks for the mistaken.
The thunder cracks with a foretelling
Of who were wronged, of those who were falsified,
Because this is a circle,
This is how it always has been.