I
To some people,
I am a dream.
To others,
A nightmare.
Yet, what is the difference?
A dream cannot be held,
But disappears as it is neared.
A nightmare comes to you,
And will not let you go.
It is strange, however,
That I usually am not the one,
To choose my form.
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