Life is but a dream?
It is yet more pleasant.
Wake up before the dawn
Rather I'll sleep til the present.
Let it be til the next day
Easier to avoid it.
Smother my waking thoughts
Lest the candle be lit.
The escape, the two
One and the same
Though one within
Receiving equal fame.
The real takes precedent
Fantasy more appealing
Manifesting itself more clearly
Yet unfoundedly councealing
Night and day.
Enter the fray,
Stumbling into battle.
Life and fate
The incessant babble.
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