I was in a deep sleep, and my dream slipped away,
When focus faded, my days fell into disarray.
I don't want to wait until it's too late,
For this to become my inevitable fate.
I'm searching for a way to save the day,
But can't I see I'm in my own mental fray?
Am I plotting my own treason,
Trapped in a prison of my own reason?
Locked up in a cell of self-made despair,
Falling from a ship I can no longer steer.
Each choice seems like a step to the abyss,
A journey of missteps I can't dismiss.
Why can't I reclaim my lost foundation,
And salvage what's left of my reputation?
Perhaps it's time to break these chains,
To confront the doubts and fears that remain.
I'll seek a path to restore what's been lost,
And find the strength, no matter the cost.
For even in the darkest of night,
There's always hope to reignite.
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