A short poem about dreams.
Dreams come and taunt me with their inexplicable nature,
As time shifts from future to past and to future again I watch.
Nothing truly defines that which I see within the dreams.
No comparison can be drawn between wake and sleep,
Which I might so believe to be that which is real.
The unreal and unearthly overwhelms me,
As rest eludes me even in my deepest sleep.
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