Life is a dream, and many still sleep.
A waking dream. Yet it is so very deep
Steeped in fantasy, a desire to live.
A desire to be many things buried inside
A desire to avoid, a desire to hide.
They never see that from this there is no gain.
Only mind breaking horrid pain.
So sleep on if you wish, truthfully I’d rather you not.
For your spirit, it stagnates, it begins now to rot.
The truth you’ve forgotten, lost long out of time.
The power of love. Of peace and the mind. Oh joy it’s divine.
So wake I say, tis but a dream.
You may awaken fear not my friend.
For this is only the beginning, never truly the end.
RedRavenPoems 
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