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Dream

I think a dream

is more certain than life.

For when can I deem

life to really be true?

 

When in a dream

do I question its surety?

When does it seem

as if it is not real?

 

Dwelling in life

I am never so sure;

When I'm faced with strife

I ponder: Is this real?

 

So how can I tell

which one is the dream?

Which is the spell

and which one is real?

 

In the end I remain

with a great sense of doubt,

no way to obtain

a reality.

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Published
Apr 15, 2010
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