He dreams his hopes when he sleeps.
They come not by themselves, but he chooses to dream them.
His dreams are the reality in another world.
A world filled with possibilities.
Awakened, he finds his dreams gone again.
He lives his reality; one filled with despair.
This life comes to him; he does not choose it.
Belief is what he calls it; forsaken by his dreams.
Asleep, his chosen dreams reveal themselves once again.
He feels no sadness.
He lives within those dreams.
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