It’s a new mask to move past
Last night’s dream’s cask
Internal flags at half mast
Marking dreams passed, too fast
Crashed into catastrophe
These wishes of a younger me faded by so easily
Yet it seems the key to breathe
Is found in the mystery
Not escape in misery
Of losing dreams
Of losing steam
Slowing down velocity
With hateful emotions bossing me
Crossing me, confusing what I try to see
Replacing love with animosity
To foster mean frames of mind
That blind these chances to find
A sweet ol’ bliss of mine

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Photographer: Joshua Earle