Thoughts come across,
Like shooting stars,
But dreams open wide,
Imagination ajar.
Eyes closed,
Lying in bed,
Clothes of comfort,
From your feet to your head.
Soar on clouds,
Walk on the moon,
Travel anywhere,
Choice up to you.
Déjà-vu,
Future or past,
Dreams to come true,
Reality comes last.
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