Dream Note N.4 in F minor

In this steady pace I walk,

from the wonders of my mind.

What crimes could I commit,

where no reasons could I find.

I wake from the haunting past,

in yet another dream I cast,

Never could I break this spell,

of this most melodic inkwell.

In a familiar prison I was asleep,

when folks like ghosts dwelled

through my world in ignorance,

when rainbow parrots by me fell.

A long fermata awaits at the door,

of my truthful illusions espoused,

for forgiveness I dare not implore,

what life awaits me at this forsaken shore?

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