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A Dream

I live and breathe like a misplaced dream
In this labyrinthine construct of time;
Like a flower that blooms in the wrong garden;
Like a kite that soars in the wrong sky.

I try to find my place in this maze;
Where the horizon is a cerulean haze;
Where children are taught how to lie;
Where a flightless swallow dreams to fly;
Where tears burn the eyes like a pyre;
Where simplicity gets butchered by satire;
Where justice is just like a starless night;
Where compassion is always a lost fight;
Where deaths can kindle an endless debate;
Where love is defeated by war and hate;
Where colours of humans put seasons to shame;
Where despair is the prize for the agonizing game.

I watch, I cry, and I wish to be born
In the distant future; For one day there’ll be
A world that cares, a world that dreams;
And I will find the right sky for my kite.

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