I'm almost positive,
I've vague hints of moments in a large room,
Crammed full of opulence,
Ev'ryone I saw was interesting,
Each one has good intents.
Forget wanting to remember my dreams,
I want to jump in and start paying rent!
Instead they exist so real, yet opaque,
Maybe if they were clear,
All people would do is sleep their whole life,
'Stead of living in here,
But then, who knows,
May be that when we sleep,
We remember vague snippets of this life,
And wish it could be our real real'ty.
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