Dream and it is all fancy,
Dream, it is reverting to nothingness,
Dream and it is not uniform,
Dream, it is the influence of delusion.
I have my dream on the midway
And I am affected by it.
All I know about the wood
And the stone and the metals
But not about the human beings
Or the creatures that are here.
I am in constant fear
As because I am with the dreams.
I am with the dreams
And I am nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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