The dream was real,
The reality was fake.
In dreams I shimmered,
In reality I got baked.
Friends I made many,
Not one worth a penny.
Enemies I made less,
The hammering of distaste.
The garden was green,
In my lovely dream.
When I became awake,
Barren land stared at stake.
Children well fed I saw,
Animals well bred I saw.
I saw the striking dream,
I saw the world sans scream.
The reality trampled fast,
I was beaten at last.
The embers of reality glowed,
With transition,I got mowed.

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