Sarah Pesta

I don't remember having a dream
Where making choices could wake me up

My shaking hand slowly reaches out to the silver knob
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There are memories in my life I can't see
Memories in my mind about me

My early life seems so far away
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One path leads to the top of the mountain
With nature surrounding both sides of the trail
Birds quietly chirping from a distance
The wind softly whistling through the trees
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During the day I feel the soft wind
Blowing through the trees in its path

When the wind begins to blow through the trees
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A red heart looks into these eyes
I refuse to blink and let go of myself

Only a heart, such as this, will point me into the future
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Walking up to a crystal clear mirror
Someone else appears to be looking at me
Who has been with me ever since I can remember
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Hungry for the prey in the night
The tiger is invisible behind the unknown
Slowly approaching his prey undetected
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Being honest can help people
And correct the lies that were told

There are not always positive outcomes of the truth
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The beat of the heart inside of me
Whispers it's feelings to me each day
I listen as it pours out it's emotions
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Seven petals falling from a rose
One tear dropp on each of the petals
Watching the hatred as it soon grows
The first three petals meant trust to me
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Walking out of the doorway of a castle
I follow a path I've known for so long

Light from the sun shines through a window ahead
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On a path that leads to a new choice
I begin to wonder if I can go on

My decision draws near before my eyes
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As the day starts to fade to dark
The sun slowly creeps behind the thick trees
A light is softly glowing
A glowing lantern becomes a warm light filling the spacious sky
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Majestic snow falling so lightly
Soft and white like feathers
Floating to Earth each day
Into a widespread of frozen land
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I can see the truth with it's infinite light
Shining through the darkest night
Becoming pure in it's own way
Never trying to become astray
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When is it ever possible
To change the hands of time
Seeing the past once more
Or look into the future with our own eyes
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A rose has been planted in it's place
Waiting to begin it's life as a beautiful flower

A shower of rain falls on the rose
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Time seems to freeze slower every second
Breaths are harder and more difficult to maintain
A checkered line, just a few feet away, pushing my limits
A few drops of sweat continue to grow and drip off my cheek
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So many stars in the twilight sky
Each with a significant glow
Beautiful to all eyes on Earth
Difficult to choose just one
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I've been hiding here all along
Quietly humming to my favorite song

Your footsteps moving through many halls
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