Dreams
To the lonely sleepers, I am a shadow.
To the hard workers, I am a reprieve.
To the young, I am mischievous.
I have seen many a man, fall before me and wallow.
For I have created worlds, they could hardly conceive.
Though to all in this world I am ambiguous.
To the lovers, I am bonded connection.
To the dreamers, I am a shooting star.
To the old, I am memories long forgotton.
I cause many in this world to, pause for reflection.
No matter what it may be a dream, is no scar.
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