We are dreamers of melancholy dreams,
Running wildly through a world of haze.
reality no longer appears true;
The hallucinations, visions, and more,
Are the concrete blocks and stone foundations
With which we build our mental skyscrapers.
They clay and scratch to reach sickening heights,
To touch the atmosphere of dreams, visions.
We are the dreamers, forsaking our lives,
Searching for meaning in the oracles,
To change our lives for the better, not worse.
We dare to tower tall - to touch the stars.
We dare to dream, and we dream of daring.
Dreams have become the sustenance of life.
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