In the Realm of Illusions

In the realm of dreams we wander, Crafting worlds both bright and somber. Lost in illusions we have spun, Entwined with shadows, every one. The dreamer crafts each fleeting scene, Woven with whispers, soft, serene. Yet dreams themselves hold mystic might, Born from our thoughts, both day and night. How do we wake from this deep trance? When reality seems to dance? Both creator and creation, Bound by our own imagination. The lines blur 'tween truth and lie, As we navigate the surreal sky. Seeking ourselves within the dream, Hoping to unravel our scheme. In a web of thoughts, we are bound, Searching for truths yet unfound. To awaken from our slumber deep, We must find the secrets dreams keep. Both dreamer and dreamed we remain, In this enchanting, endless domain. Breaking free, we hope to see, A world where dreams and truth agree.