My eyes are open.
Hanging on to lucid state.
Eyes grow weary for staring at extremities of sight.
Yearning for a glimpse beyond one’s unlit eye.
Barrier is in place.
A play of epic adventure unseen.
These walls only set flame to desire of this wild heart.
Fire is the instrument that sets it loose.
My eyes are closed.
Draping reverie over abstraction of mind’s eye.
Embracing the faint image of the hope.
Knowing the key is heart, and whom holds it.
Door opens true adventure begins.
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