I slip into a dream.
In my mind the rapid river
Becomes a gentle stream.
The tide of dreams will ebb and flow
Forever bringing more.
The sand from which my castle's built,
The wind on which I soar.
Each wave brings with it, crashing down,
a dream upon the shore.
And so, my rest replenishing,
I drown myself to reach the gleam,
Resplendent through the murky depths
At the bottom of the stream.
Death would be not painful,
If life were but a dream.
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