Sometimes I awake,
With thought that it is over,
Have I awaken from this vivid dream?
I need a remake,
A reboot,
A restart button to make it all go away.
The shades of discontent,
Scorched the surface of my present,
The past retaliating,
Clueless thought wonder,
Deep down it ponders,
How far along am I?
This road I'm on,
For what it is naught,
Albeit long filled with plot,
The end within sight,
Sweetness with a simmer of light,
For what is victory,
If naught without pain or fight.
p/s: it's been awhile,excuse the rustiness
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