Wake up early, have I been to sleep yet. Sunshine dawns over the world, morning mist flowing through the valley, lost in deep spirals. The playmen rehearse their lines, overture begins its sound, for I surely wasn’t by my side, it was always lost in my mind's eye.
Was I lost in the breach, because my loss of speech forever keeps me within your reach. For I must have persuasive words, that with little effort I can paint a picture in the mind of the contributor, flowing like a mother teaches a child, what does the teacher say?
Flowing through the valley, does it have to be a big buyer? From time to time I’m known to be a liar, it fuels the fire in my innate desire to forever elude what will always transpire. Lost in the desert the sand swallows the sea, as mirages light the sandy path away from the past.
Traveling to the borderlines of the forest, the sea of sand dissipates as the new groth consumes the ruins of the former cardigan land, taken away from sand to drown out in this land. Green shaddows a path to the sea, where one can forever be free. This realm borders three worlds, from what I can tell.
Antevasin was I, me oh my never more shall I lie, I’m a border dweller, a realm jumper, a freedom chaser. For I’ve no more place in this crowded space, the need to be free takes me out of my time, to the boundaries of society, will this suppression always hinder me, choosing not to speak keeps it just out of sight, with all my might.
Time away gave me the words to say, just the things I needed to express, never more shall I impress from any other behest, because all I can do is try my best, to never second guess feelings deep within. This is how I truly began to form a sound and drowned it throughout the land. My kingdom holds only me, for I rule no other worlds that are not my own.
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