Dreams disappear when you awaken, usually.
Otherwise, they follow you through daytime hours, causing you to ignore reality on your journeys through life.
Separating separate parts of thought is tricky and is considered a bit of a task, difficult at best when trying to concentrate on a concept or idea benefiting yourself, alone in a motion of regret on the road to life's adventure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem