Dream deep the story of the night
Where temporal ties have no meaning;
In a land where strings of puppets and quantum obscurity
Disappear under the weight of an unbridled subconscious;
Where subdued cries against tangible oppressors
Take shape and form in the dreamscape as the tapestry of tonight.
Whether hero, adulterer, savior, or victim,
Visiting far horizons or aiding lives in distress--
Nobody's hero closes eyes to turn the tide, save the day,
And find infinite fulfillment in personal pain or pleasure.
The waking world with its goals made not met
Is forever dwarfed by night's tales yet untold.
We'd spend eternity here if only we knew the way--
Forever dreaming our passions and paving over our regrets.
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