The dreams we think up while we sleep

The stories and tales riddled without thought or conscience

Each volition changing the amorphous lands

You walking down a hall

Or dancing in a ball

The shapes of yonder floating aimlessly

It seems our rules do not apply

And what do I dream?

I dream of life; of love

Of peace, of war,

And friendship.

I dream of the days long past,

The rainy and sunny days,

happy and sad,

The smells and sights from faraway

And of you.

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