Alter Ego

(S)he reached out, grabbed it all and lost it.

I love everything about the desert, the mountains and the dens forest

I love all that is clear and vast, deep and unreachable

I love to hate the cold and ever-falling rain, the constant uphill on worn legs

To see nothing but waves while the wind is roaring in your blank skull

To hear the trees speaking above as your steps takes you deeper into the wild

Once there, hard to grasp what lays behind the vision of self

As you grow accustomed to your mind, time stands still

The being now looking back at you knows no limits

The curse of the dreamer, (s)he gained it all

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