I saw these stains of pain,
these clear, unwavering sorrow.
In my dreams collided the trails.
Those ambitions and beliefs remain.
On a way be anxiety and worry.
Once again I waved to the remnants,
those I've known for so long,
then I found myself, whispering to me.
This is just a dream,
but this dream, real as it is.
It is still just a dream.
If you can't fight your own illusions,
someday they shall tell you with their eyes,
that you have also become an illusion.
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