Now on a threshold,
Far from my dreams
Gather my wits
No center, it seems
How to be happy?
How to make sense of my journey?
(For far can be, strangely, near)
Why is this doorway before me,
Taunting my silly search for sense?
Which dream to follow?
Poor me!
No! All I need is conviction, all dreams lie waiting beyond
Just clothed in costumes deceiving
Silent they wait my decision
Love fills them,
Laughter waits on their lips.
Every Dream akin to each other,
No Difference!
Face my fear that
Such a path will mislead me;
Be trustful!
Poor guidance in fears;
Have confidence, commitment
Peer beyond the veils and stride forthe!
So and so only can you near that which is far,
Heed not those fears, they’ll soon be behind you
Reality bends far more than we realize
Go through the door set before you
Wait not for the so-called certain sign.
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