Dreams, the glorified elements of life,
Beauty, love, wealth, and strife,
Some can heal and bring great joy,
While others may damage and destroy,
The web of memories intertwined and agape,
Through tales of past glories and undeniable fate,
Escape from the synapses of uncontrolled brains,
And run rampant without bounding chains,
Yet while we lay there, fast asleep,
There are dreams we wish to keep,
For some are figments of our own reality,
Without which, we become a dreaming casualty.
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