Poem: The Vision

Closing my eyes expecting a dream.

Walking into the world that might seem like vison.

Then waking up to know that it all never was dreamt.

It was the real thing that has kept you awake.

The thing that made you fearful of mistakes.

You close your eyes once again.

This time vision does not exist.

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