Spirit Speaks in Dream Weaves, Recollection is Key

These charming words lost my lips

They escaped my effect

They disappeared from my fingertips

Last night they made mention

In my heart of hearts’ they appeared

Yet they’ve left my dimensions

And now this is it

 This is what I’m left with

A heart of missions

Torn in two directions

One for the desire of victory

The other for the glory of indemnity