Morning sun beams
Cleanse my mind,
Of the cob webs left behind,
From a deep and dream filled sleep,
To a promise I must keep.
Miles and miles and miles I go,
Through the heavens,
Feeling the flow,
the ease to leave pulls me awake,
as I near the pearly gates.
Should I leave or should I go?
Do the work or never know?
My pact is signed I must appease,
the light filled dragon,
on my right….
reminding me to fight the fight.
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