In dreams we go
To places of the mind
Where we have never been
What do we hope to find?
Maps do not exist
We cannot go there twice
On that distinctive stage
One time alone, suffice
And yet at times we go
If brain ordains we must
Again, to that lost place
And in our dreams we trust
That no harm may befall
Yet we'll escape at last
If trouble should come knocking
From future days or past
Reason does not rule
The nightly orbits dance
The luck that dreamers draw
Is always left to chance.
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