As I see reality fade in my aspiration,
No matter what it changes my dilation.
In the heart my associates,
Beckons me to move the gates.
As it opens for what it changes;
It will become my deceiver
Whenever the wind exchanges.
But it echoes my transceiver,
More appealing than fiction;
May it be my contradiction.
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An insightful piece of poetry nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A concise and beautiful creation.