When you imagine, you almost wish.
The silent kind of dreams.
You tell yourself it's just a thought,
That this isn't what it seems.
That this is just a stage,
To endure, to push on through.
Your mind will change, will shift,
And a belief will shine in you.
A belief I don't have now,
But am truly longing for.
Until then I hold my breath,
And shift eyes from sky to floor.
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