Dream Purple

By VSlash   

Making my way through this field,

painting the picture of my life,

panting and whining of cries,

the anxiety and fear never die.

Thoughtlessness becomes me,

the time has taken away my mind,

Fighting my way through this scape

I find myself.

After constant failure, realised

chances are precious and rare.

I feel lucky.

Now, the mind keeps running towards my purple garden.

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