There is nothing as liberating
As having a dream to call your own
And nothing as terrifying
As knowing you're all alone.
In the madness of our hoping
We dance upon the waves
Bereft of tears and fear and coping
And particles cannot save.
The day I was told I'd been betrayed
I didn't know what to say
Make me a man and a man they made
Is what I asked that day.
And sometimes getting what we wish for
Is only cause for dismay
For it seems that there never was a door
That opened up both ways.
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