each morning, the dawn . erases unresolved dreams . with reality
in expectationsthere needs to be a pocketfor reality
there are simple clues . we all can see that anchor . our reality
what we imagine . is personal and often . non transferable
the monsters are real only as long as they’re fed a diet of fear
one day it appears . then we forget, and never . know if it was real
with transparency there is a reality we might not notice
in realityi only know what i’ve seenand i question that
off in the distance we imagine better things that exist right here
change happens slowly in memory, but really it’s in an instant
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