Isn't it weird,
How we hallucinate at night,
We are asleep, as it seems,
But wide awake in our dreams,
And everyone assumes it's alright?
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Not reacting to the outside,
Not reacting to sound, not reacting to light.
Trapped in the depths of a weird universe
Not knowing if it's real, or if it's a curse.
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It's where our deepest fears lie,
Forgotten by us but they never forgot to try.
Once again giving us the biggest scares,
Haunting us in form of nightmares.
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How do we even know if it's a dream,
Or if it is all a real regime.
We could be sleeping right now, all could be fake,
And not remembering anything when we wake.
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It feels so real, so present,
But to the real world it's just silent.
Nobody else sees what our minds create,
Because reality would only invade.
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Lying still, not moving a muscle,
But walking miles inside our heads.
Facing unexplored worlds, new threads.
And we think it is all casual,
Isn't it weird?