A Dreamer’s Lie (written by Derrien Brett, a friend of my sister, you can find him on YouTube)

When the dreamer’s dream, where do they go?

It’s not that field of yellow flowers.

There are no happy endings in this story.

To dream is to lie.

To lie is to sin.

We are patiently awaiting the chaotic inevitable.

Anticipate the lies.

For we live as we dream, alone.



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