There’s a reason they are Dreams 


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 

The euphoria. 

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? 

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