Fleeting Dream
A visually conscious stream
Don’t know where it’ll go
A journey so long and so slow
In God that we trust
The wind takes the words were it must
Don’t know how to defy
Instinct that’s built to multiply
Always wanting more
Feelings beyond a smoky glass door
Don’t know what it is
Just that it is, the way it is
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