The eyes close for the slumber of the night, Minds then fold into the dream state.
It yields into the embrace of the unknown, And brings forth a technicolor delight.
Most dreams are the perfect balance, Where desires and wants are fabricated;
Yet nowadays, reality is so very near what is imagined,
maybe its time to dream more abstract?
The notion is too difficult, and I’d rather live in near dream,
than to attempt to manoeuvre through and abstract world.
Either way, this existence is something truly special now,
after neglecting the fruits that merit with each breath.
Life has turned the concepts into reality,
the dream is each day within grasps of my own.
The choice has been taken,
and the freedom of choice is to live.
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