The infinite bubble

A spent mind, drowning in a pool of detest
Plunging to the depths of no return and a future uncertain
The decaying end of a darkness consumed, until the light comes streaming in

The ambassadors of hope incessant, knock on the familiar doors of perception
Echoes of a distant past come willowing in, greeting the grim voices within
The grey mundane calls to close them, the deceitful can try again
But wait, a gleam of green and pink in the distance, oh weary eyes are you mistaken?

Look at those fields of infinite ambition, and above those tapestries of salvation
Take a step, the chains loosen, maybe the encumbered have forgiven
Despair fades, a new dawn beckons
Let this not be one of those dreams.