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we all know the path of dreams starts with a forest...

as the forest opens i walk on

wood arms embrace me

leaf fingers touch me

spellbound by the beauty of trees

i stand paralyzed yet free

rain falls down and cleanse me

from the filth of true life (or death?)

filth i sadly got used to

for dreams are true death (or life?)

nothing is like it was

arms and fingers shrinks, closing all ways

the only road is through them

feeling the cold touch of nature

suddently i have fingers and arms too

i can feel new life running in me (new lymph)

new life in death

at last i entered the realm of darkness

i now possess the powers eternal

for i dared walk the path of dreams

finding nightmares, awaking pure