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blessed he is,
who has freed his soul
who knows his reasons,
and has found his truth.
for he has seen the dawn,
the end of the black night,
whilst i sleep with restless dreams
wandering the dark hours,
searching, groping in illusions
for something i am clueless about
a sojourn of the spirit
into the realms of reality
the razor's edge
that will sharpen the senses,
and steer my ship
into horizons endless;
that journey of courage
i need to make
that leap of faith
i have to take now
to cross this chasm
of what is empty
and what could be
the story of me.