They Open
They open foggy and unclear.
They open shadows begin to fade.
They open the visions to become foggy and unclear.
They open thoughts become unsure.
They open the past is in the past.
They open you become unsure.
They open you rush to become active.
They open you rush to wipe the webs of the dream away.
They open and still the webs linger.
They open to see where you have come.
It isn't until the fluffy, furry tuxedo taps you though, that they are clear.
They open.
They open to a world of possibilities and a road to trudge.
Your eyes are the receivers of scattered dreams of regrets and desires.
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