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There was a time when I still believed in dreams
Those days when I paved my path with my pen
But all this time I’d been stabbing myself in the chest
The nib slicing across my atriums
My arteries, my pulsating chambers of
Black bitter secrets
Ink smearing my passionate blood like venom
Only to have my heart broken late,
My eyes weighted down with incapability,
Shadowed with a powerlessness,
And the wind mock me in the cold.
There was a time when I still believed in dreams.
It was a time when my childish aspirations
Consumed me with a burning insatiability
When I bathed myself in an unfamiliar pride
Beyond recognition and self-knowledge
There was a time when I believed in dreams
Dreams of silly precognitions
And retarded prophecies
Dreams that made me believe that one day
I could be a magician
“What had gotten into you?” I asked myself.
And I answered,
And I prayed for a sign.