My eyes are close tight
And far, far away from the gates of understanding,
Lost my true sight,
Yet I am still standing.
Dream state or memories of an old life,
Yearning to see another realm,
Would be hard to know how far I need to walk,
All that is left to do is to hear my own footsteps
And to stop hearing the ticking of the clock,
There is a place for peace
But it must be found,
Could I be close? I must be close cause the pain would not cease
Could that be the sign?
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