Reality is the Dream


It’s horrible

To be stuck in a place

While wanting to fly

Far above space


Dreams, illusions, future schemes

So bright they show

Through a huge thick glass window

So close do they seem!


But they you open your eyes

Life has not flown by

Reality is more and more near

Like a shadow that doesn’t say goodbye


But this feeling of fleeing

Gives hope and starts engines

That won’t stop until you gather huge speed

And finally you will break free!


And this time it won’t be a dream.

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