Inside of me are a thousand me's,
And each one struggling to be free;
To break from this multi dimensional soul
With the speed of light, in pursuit of their goal.
To break away from the womb and go
In search of the sun; to expand and grow.
To achieve by a spirit that's captured by will,
To rise, to expand to the ultimate thrill.
And then, every bright dream realized,
To look back to the womb with shinning eyes.
And every joy thence harvested,
To wing back to the Mother ship once fled.
Ere winter spreads her cruel rime,
To spoil the glad days of our prime.
Thence a thousand dreams o'er told will last,
To warm the heart through winter blast.
And safe within the Mother ship craft,
Her fold all gathered to the last;
A sweet content shall gild my soul
And whisper - "but I knew the goal".
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