Right between home and nothing
Is the longing for truth?
What will you still want when you can have nothing.
What will you dream of?
When the future can hold anything
What were your dreams made of when you still had dreams
And wouldn’t you want to know what it will be like
If you survive this
One more time?
Will you dream now?
Of lights and of fires
That shine all the way here from someplace you don’t yet know.
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