Shakespeare misquoted me
To sleep perchance to dream
But you got it wrong Shakespeare
I dream perchance to sleep
I only sleep eight hours a day
But I dream constantly
I dream dreams that give purpose to my life
Hitler and all his army could not stop my dreams
I dream vast worlds into existence
I create rainbows of dreams
My dreams are an artwork
And I have the only brush
I dream of a future a new life a family
But then I dream of the past and my life and my family
And I think of how nice it is to just be here now dreaming
Someday I will earn the right to call myself old
And I will look back on my life and see how all my dreams came true
and then perchance to sleep
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