Dreams.

There was once a time when i dreamt with my eyes closed, of things beyond imagination.
With age, wit & so called wisdom; transient waters of time washed away those winsome eyes.
All that remains, are dreams. Yes, dreams that we see with open eyes, that are nothing but a reflection of reality.
The very purpose of dreaming has been seemingly lost along tides of time, every corner of our minds sees only those dreams that reality can confine.

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