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The night theatre of fantasy

Dreams, a performance in the theatre of night
A blend of consciousness and subconsciousness
experienced as realistic

Where your deepest wishes can come thrue
as a mixture of fiction and reality
Where the unimaginable is transformed in to
a truth that is only there to find

Where exiled fears and threats find their stage
to intimidate you unexpected
Where performances of the past allow themselves
to manipulate your psyche with endless repetitions

Where you wake up from, your heart beating in strong pulses
and suddenly makes you realize
It isn't real. I'm here, in my bed
That moment can give you such a great relief
But sometimes it's just plain cruel ....

Engelse gedicht door: Reiziger

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