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A sigh in the night alerts the disquiet of the innermost soul

Fired by imagination and greater desires

Starting as a small, verdant flame

Yet growing with the passing of surging time.

The sigh grows into a peaceful voice,

The voice transforms into a profane roar

Shaking the foundations of all belief,

Truth and outer reality.

This dream in the night reinforces that ebbing sigh

Fuelled by cognition and enlarged through necessity,

Spreading within half-truths; the fog of denial

Yet growing from passing chronology.

The roar grows into a split of thunder,

The thunder becomes a voice of unsurpassed reason

Challenging the soul’s direction,

Way within honest life.

The quest of the thunder cannot be ignored

By even the most obstinate of humanity’s worth.

So hear the voice, comprehend the life message and

Try the risk of a new adventure.