As this life’s journey continues inching forward, dreams come to me every night. Some are vivid and simple; those that seem bleak are queer. I realize not all are within my grasp, but the paths to those I desire to change into reality seem hindered at times. Rigid rules of tradition hold me captive; hopes flickering like the sparks from the fire in my mind now. I seek escape from these confines, for I fear that my mind shall die from that fire. I shall choose a path, hoping that it is the right one and praying I find my destination without further hiccups. I trust one, and only one guide… my heart.
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