It’s an interesting thing, a dream
A world spun out of desire and yearning
A little bit of suffering, and a little bit of hope
It’s a raw idea of your escape
Your utopia where you are immortal
Your dream. That one thought
Feeling like Alexander felt on his conquests
But there’s a reason it’s called a dream
It’s a dream, like a horizon
Ever present to the eye, but never seems too close
How can it be? It’s just a dream.
How dare you think it’s within your reach?