Though it seems like there is no end
in sight, I'll keep going.
Keep the dreamer's life awake, no matter
what's at stake.
I insist.
Too long I've lived by
the book, repeatedly telling of it
as though to make myself believe its lies.
I resist.
The urge to give in and close my eyes.
I won't fall victim to unresponsive dreams in
black and white, without end in sight.
I shall surpass illusions of deranged blurs
and ask for what I deserve, as
I raise my fist.
Dreams are lies, or so they say, though
I know mine may well be true.
I know my dreams are not to be run from,
not to be seen as reality's shift
They're meant to be,
meant to be lived.
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