Awake morning there is a day
Burgeoning the innocent horizon-
As the long night’s burdens lay
Tracks and scars along the arm
And reason escapes without pay
Leaving a void of space and time;
While a warrior sleeps with father’s harm.
The mirror on the wall awaits with reflections.
The doors that do not open - promise revelations.
Though they each reveal a face painted in contradictions.
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