There are two dreams
One we wake up from
One we cannot as it is
Too real to be unreal
The hunger singes
Till it is appeased
Again and again
The house is so big
It cannot be left behind
The wardrobe overflows
With clothes never worn
More than once or ever
For they turn out to be
Not what we wanted
There is another dream
That will not let us sleep
For we think it is our destiny
The purpose of our life
When life all around us
Shows it has no reason.
What is a dream worth
If it will not change reality
For those who cannot dream?
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