Imp Possible
Mr.Impossible
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In chaos wrought, to perfection's fairest form
Beyond existence' bounds, where souls forlorn
Naught comes without a price or ever was free
There lies buried deep in the impossible me
Here
In the depths of light, shall I find peace
Hope
For my soul to be blessed
For why must I be sick with strife?
When harmony and joy awaits!
As music sweetly plays, its notes divine
It entwines our spirits like a breeze
As time's swift wings leaves me
In its possibilities