A dream and reality live on this Earth,
They don’t get along very nice:
They pull us in opposite ways from the birth,
In lulls and in turmoil of life.
A dream is like bird wings that carry us up,
Like crushing of breakers on shore,
Reality – tiger that sneaks up to grab
And smear with a powerful paw.
A dream like a symbol of all of the hopes,
Embodies the future that comes,
Good karma that takes us through failure and loss,
Through storms to the clearest of skies.
Reality is like a sharpest of swards
That swings over heads with a swoosh,
And when we are most unaware, it falls
To slice our lives into mush.
A dream is what keeps up the family hearth,
What melts up the loneliness ice.
A dream and reality live on this Earth,
They don’t get along very nice.
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