I seek you again..

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I seek you again in my dreams while I sleep..
Asking for strength from old friends as I weep..
The old tracks are strewn with puddles and dirt..
Passers-by splash into them and shower us with mirth..


All I do is protect myself from going to that place..
from where is no coming back in either case..
Stealing security and sanity is no easy task..
In a world full of evil with thy goody mask..


Streets and tracks submerge into one..
Re-visiting that route where I would not have won..
Gathering new and old friends for fun..
This isn't a place from where you could run..


I enter a new world of wonder and awe again..
Steering off from the highway and narrow lane..
To keep driving without losing focus..
I still need an internal calming locus..


Therefore, I seek again for you in my dreams..
Looking for familiar and the lost beliefs..
The world around otherwise seems to shatter..
Lest I forget all those things that matter..

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