Painted Dreams
In the night, the world is silent
Joyous dreams fill our sleep
Nothing worldly can touch us
Invincibility is our cloak
My best ideas born of sleep
My dream world is my canvas
On which I record my ideas
And bring to life
What could not be done
In the world that holds me
But cannot keep me in sleep
Dreams are masterpieces
To neglect them
Would be a crime
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