Dreams are like snowflakes,
each surreal, cold and solitary,
finding no match in one another
like light patterns on midnight walls.
Funny how even though it's ours,
it's never truly is ours to catch.
You played a part, found a life in dreams.
Just like an actor, living a life on a stage even though it's not his.
So what do we do when we want to live in one?
Just like a protest we march in dreams,
singing chants against real life
against reality that suits no one.
What do we do?
each surreal, cold and solitary,
finding no match in one another
like light patterns on midnight walls.
Funny how even though it's ours,
it's never truly is ours to catch.
You played a part, found a life in dreams.
Just like an actor, living a life on a stage even though it's not his.
So what do we do when we want to live in one?
Just like a protest we march in dreams,
singing chants against real life
against reality that suits no one.
What do we do?
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