One day,
you’ll gaze through the
window of opportunity,
and behold a glistening view
of your own making.
Your four walls will embrace you,
with soft carpet replacing
jagged eggshells -
home filled with things
which make you warm.
One day,
you’ll uncover people -
crafted by the loving fingers of fate,
shimmering with stardust -
readily bestowing the right key
to unlock the real you -
thrashing against your rib cage,
desperate to meet kindred souls
made to nurture your own.
One day,
you’ll indulge upon foods
you’d never fathom to taste -
traversing lands
beyond the boundaries of
all known comprehension.
Money won’t be an object:
you’ll run,
and you’ll run,
and you’ll run;
through lucid dreams,
and flourishing fields;
down quiet roads,
and places we forgot.
But above all -
one day,
when the time is right -
you’ll flourish.
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