                              A VISION OF TOMORROW
                               by Martin Zialcita


                           I have dreams of tomorrow.
                           Once in a while
                           I look past the boundless sadness
                           Contained within my eyes -
                           Far beyond the wound
                           Festering deep inside,
                           Shouting in its misery.
                           I walk across the chains 
                           My hurts and passions 
                           Have latched upon my soul...
                           And see only myself
                           Looking at a mirror: 
                           Older and forever
                                 Ignorant,
                           Trapped inside a labyrinth 
                           Wrought by a crazed mind's
                                  Frenzy.

                           And I close my eyes
                           And hope for this dream to end.
                             

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