Worlds rise in my dreams
But each morning, on waking
the day begins anew
Ready to be burned or sown
The worlds will rise regardless, colored by my actions, but they will rise
On a day I wake alive, everything can change
But it won’t. At the point of choosing I will choose the darker path.
Every time I’ve chosen the bright path, I’ve ended up burned.
Tell the truth, lose the life you enjoy
Tell a lie, gain a business
Sacrifice to save a life, lose your heart
In reverse, gain peace
Into darkness and out the other side, back in the light, I stand back at the edge
To burn or to sow

It’s such a sorry world, my dear poet. It a world where you are warned instead of being praised…
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