Another World: Dreams
The reflections of our subconscious mind,
While sleeping, hold us in their eternal bind.
In the mystical mysterious land of dreams,
Nothing is ever like how it seems.
We often open doors we've never seen before,
We travel places, have adventures and meet people galore.
In dreams we imagine, in dreams we dare,
With them, nothing can we quite compare.
Dreams show us our every desire,
They teach us to think, be free and aspire.
Freedom and success, in dreams, hold no bars,
For in dreams we can reach out and touch the stars.
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