Dreams are filled with our heart’s desire
And our soul is the voice that blares
Messages that occasionally burn like fire
Often hotter than raging solar flares
For that which haunts us most with strife
Seems to fill our thoughts each day
As we struggle along the path called life
Wondering, “Is this the right way?”



I love this melancholy, existential masterpiece!!! Best of luck in this contest!!!







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