• For most of us life passes like a dream,
    Revealing only what is on our minds.
    Inside the prison of the self we see
    Each object as a shadow on our wall.
    Nothingness awaits, as sure as night.
    Did I not have you, dear friend, I might,
    Shadow on a shade, not be at all.
    How much we need a word beyond our sea:
    In love and laughter, thoughts of different kinds,
    Perhaps, with luck, unraveling a seam.
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    Although dream don't come true,
    It will always will be with you.
    Wake Up and live alive there lots
    of time to do something with pride.
    Be good and strong and be for long.