How often dreamed,
Lost in a maze,
So many mixed memories,
With still distant dreams,
Like a deja vu inventive,
A stranger creative.
Smiled when you saw the light?
It will bring brighter days,
Like everyone who ever lived,
And creatively evolve,
Unexpected new stories.
Each corner, the discovery,
Peace, war, lies,
And the real things,
What are those who remain,
Admit, take, strive,
Recognize, engage and value.
There is always how to reconcile,
But it is rare.
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