I just found this on a bit of paper in my room, I know I wrote it a couple of months ago, I know some parts don't flow too well, but I'll post it up anyway.

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Do dreams really matter?
What do they mean?
If destiny is a finalisation of fate,
Where is fate sending us?

I believe in fate's direction
Meaningless as it seems
The matrix has released my mind
But nothing relates to these dreams.

Life, fate and dreams
Are all my poetry contains,
They are plagues of thought within my brain
Waiting to be unleashed.

They confuse me,
They intrigue me,
Yet i cannot find an answer.
Questions I want solutions to
Seem blank, yet understanding.

My purpose is unknown
It's hiding deep within me
Shadowed by uncertaintly
Concealed and buried deeply.

Discover me,
It's hiding here.
I feel it,
But i cannot see...