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-September 6, 2023
You have thought too much,
You have dreamed of too many dreams,
The nightmares, the illusions,
The fear,
They all come from your own mind,
You cannot control your thoughts.
Like the feeling,
When you are asleep,
You have no idea
What is real or not,
Sometimes you are scared of,
What’s happening?
You couldn’t recognize it,
Is that real?
Am I sleeping or not?
Sometimes, the voice tells
I have to wake up,
I have to know what’s going on.
The unreal thoughts mislead my conduct,
If I don’t know
How to differentiate them,
I do not know what is real,
I do not know
What to stick to.
When it’s too late,
I might have gone too far,
That I would not have
What is called a reference point,
Even though there is one,
It has no point.
