The dream state glance of mine blinking eye
Watches fully of what is to be
That hope entails a greater sense of need
The need blanketed by reasons made
What would be said to all?
If there were no hands to catch the fall
As a blind man’s reaction covers the track
While reasons bestowed never lasts
I am not reason enough
For this is not much of much
But still the reign upon it all
Would forever break my fall
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