Perception and Reality Collide
Therefore, night-time nightmares may be restless.
Dancing above our heads, we fit through, helpless.
A droning swarm of designs that work boundless.
To bounce over our beds, he deemed him reckless.
However, when daylight declines, this is guestless.
These dreams withdraw and conceal the endless.
They are astute and may be burnt and breathless.
When vision and truth are met, we turn useless.
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