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A dreamer of dreams I
am often accused,
Though in dreams I see glimpses of truth.
Often I grasp at events made of dreams.
It's these things that instills in me youth.
Always seeking to see those things just out of sight,
Though sometimes I seek things that ain't there.
But, I'll chase to my death these illusory things
To my death this will keep my thoughts fair.
Some would think me accursed of a mind not at rest,
Or would write me off simply as mad.
I will argue in spite that the place I shall sit
Will be closer to good than to bad.
That I find this respite to the chaos inside
All the dreams I must put into place.
Is a testament to not the mind, but the soul
And a chance that I won't fall from grace.
Open your eyes to the things that can be
If you stand on the clouds, you can't help but be free.
Don't extinguish your dreams just because they might fail.
'Cause you won't ever fall, but a hope won't avail
That the things that you dream someday might come to be.
In extolling the good; not the bad things in life
We can mitigate harms never meant.
Making easier still justifying the acts
Of misdeeds not in true evil sent.
Just some errant attacks arbitrarily aimed
But of chance you were there when they were cast.
Being stronger just then and an ear not a shield
Just a counsellor putting it past.
Open your eyes to the things that can be
If you stand on the clouds, you can't help but be free.
Don't extinguish your dreams just because they might fail.
'Cause you won't ever fall, but a hope won't avail
That the things that you dream someday might come to be.
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