Locked away from beauty
you find out how quickly
your dreams can crumble.

They say silence is golden,
but even the most precious
of things can lose their luster.

Because last night I had a dream
that I was drifting away,
slow like honey
on a boat to Mexico.

I know what I'm looking for
and why I began this search.
I know what I want
and how to obtain it.
I know that there's a solution
that is the key
to my prison.
And it will lead me
straight into your arms
where I will find purity.

Yet in the deep
hidden recesses of my soul
I believe that it isn't.

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