Dreams are an escape from reality,

A reality that we wish not to see,

For with open eyes things become very clear,

We see the world for what it truly is,

So take a step back and breath in the atmosphere,

And cherish every second of your dreams,

Because when you enter reality you are overwhelmed with fears,

Fear that only facts and logic belong here,

As for dreams do they still exsist,

Or do they wither away as we begin to age,

My only wish is that our dreams could stay,

But there isnt much room when reality fills up every space,

I'll leave you with this advice,

Try to keep your dreams from slipping away,

Do not let them die and decay,

And I promise they will become real some day.














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