Me versus the real world
Retrospection is hell,
For I might just as well
Live inside my own head �
Dreams demand to be fed
On visions unseen,
Things not yet have been
But I see them clear as day,
Premonitions you might say.
Though omens they are not,
For once dreamed they are forgot
As forewarning was deception,
Dreams and life have no
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