At nights, my real world exhale in fears
Such as nightmares in reputation smear,
The dreams challenges its precursors,
Some dismiss what is different behavior.
The alternatives, struggling between worlds
Making fantasy exchange passion to relocate,
Differences among peers anecdote unfolds,
Conflict moved out due to relapse of hate.
Ingenuity pretends to be our best friends,
Lay and wait; In order to take over the world,
The duel of mind and soul unrequited ends,
Feelings reciprocate in views they hold.
Choosing silent syndrome to find useful reality
Out in the real world around every noisy around
We hear only whisper and see shadows going by,
Hear enraged voices mix up in unsavory sound.
Awaken by shadows full of strange advances,
People have not ventured far out in the real world,
To meet antics of poverty, voyeurs and romances,
Afraid they will never come back after losing control.
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