I‘m not alone – or so it seems
From everything I’ve read –
In thinking dreams are only dreams,
Not something else, instead.

They don’t relate to times gone by
Or presage those to come;
I mean, I neither learned to fly
Nor hope to bang the drum.

A dream is like a ball of gas
That rises through a lake;
Its destiny is not to pass
The surface but to break.

When life itself means not a jot,
Why think that dreams do such a lot?

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