It all started, I don't know when
some say, 'I was very small then'
Records have 21 years of my stay
but how does that matter anyway
Some more days and I will go
Where? I do not know
Perhaps this illusion will end
may be some more worlds to tend
O the one happily asleep, may be I should scream
Wake you up and destroy your dream
but what is the hurry, O my dear
What are dreams? they just appear! !
'I' have a name and a form
thought and emotion come like a storm
and this breath just goes on...
because the dream is still ON
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