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What I see is flowing esoteric vagabond imagery

Bringing me these notions of songs of the soul

I see a heroic battle where you see an ocean of water

Ramparts of a castle on your abandoned warehouse

My mind doesn’t accept “reality” as something solid

Although I might make my vision be realized

If only I keep reaching with all I have

One day I’ll show the world

I’ll show you my world