Scars

Dreams.

And that's the thing about dreams, you see,

no matter how young, middle-aged or old you are

Your dreams are yours alone

yours to keep, yours to dwell on

yours to secretly indulge in, yours to behold

To dream about yourself being the way you truly wish to be

to dream, on and on,

relentlessly

for that's the thing about dreams, you see,

they hold you, 

drown you in them

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Ah! Despicable destiny of mine!

Not even you have the power on my dreams

for my dreams

are only mine to behold

And that's their beauty,

they are the bridge between my hopes and my fantasies

Neither fate nor mere humans 

can shatter them

And as long as I live,

I shall continue to dream

on and on, 

relentlessly

And I suddenly find myself,

loving to dream,

rather than loving the dream itself

Because that's the thing about dreams you see

they are addictive, they are powerful

they surrender themselves to me

and I happily rule them,

with my mind and soul

I wait for the day when you'll  realize

just like I did,

that these dreams, my own creation,

are above-all

Untouched, not a single scar ont hem

No matter how hard I try

I try, to push them out

They come back, seeping slowly into my brain

controlling my sub-conscious thoughts

finding my deepest, darkest secrets.

For that's the thing about dreams , you see,

No matter who you are,

yours dreams are only yours,

mine are only mine

and thus we live in parallel universes

when we close our eyes.

Dreams deteriorate my awakenness,

they make me want to sleep

For that's the thing about dreams, you see,

you visualize them only once asleep

And when you awaken, you are in the hands 

of destiny and fate

Dreams, though limited in occuring and place

can dominate my destiny and fate

But only if I let them.

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A bit vague, but I write to vent

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