Before silence of sleep
could cover my conscience
It runs wild
In the realm of imagination
Till it finds you.
Everyday,
Every night.
But tonight,
It was a little playful.
Like those clouds in today's sky
Which didn't rain
Yes, it was like the clouds
Majestic in looks
Great hope of relief
But little respite
For today.
They say it always gets worse
Before it gets better
So I let it run - my conscience
Wild
every day
In hope of finding the real you.
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