The dream that stole my sleep,
Now chases me as I retreat.
It pulls me from my restless nights
To face the truth of lost fights.
The life I seek,
Slipping away,
A fragile thread,
A fleeting sway.
I must return to forge my way,
But where to start?
I cannot say.
But still, the spark within me stirs,
A silent voice,
A dream that blurs.
Though lost,
I rise to start anew,
For every fall brings clearer views.

Written by: Thushanika Vijayakumar

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