The Dream

All dreams are a branch of reality
Separated in equal mortality
But all dreams are false
Lost in a infinite and indefinite world
Forgotten and left to rot
In pitied sorrow
Until they are sparked by yet another new born soul
And then tried and failed to live out
Does the dream ever serve it's full purpose
Or is it only left to those behind it
Or is it used for yet another untimely adventure for nothing
But Dishonor

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