The Awakening

One night I woke up

Soaked in my sweat

Perhaps I had a bad dream

A dream of getting older without seeing the world as wild as it is

A dream of becoming weak without pushing to the physical limits

A dream of letting go of things that matter the most

A dream of dreaming about all the bad dreams

The next morning I woke up

and set out on a journey

But now that I’m back

Something still doesn’t feel right

Perhaps I am still dreaming

Perhaps I need an awakening

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