Dreams are our hunters
Ransacking the inner recess
pick pocketing our soul
plundering our memoirs
Adding with enchanting doodle
Leaping on illusion after illusion
They decorate our feelings and thoughts
Mounting on steeds and hares
They exploit theories to practice
On our life chess board
They are like cherries
Tangling up and down
They nonplus us forever
Their clutches are heavy and tight
Dreams rule the universe
For dreams are the perfect realities
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