A world of dream...
How nice it seems. Free from daily troubles. Once you are lost in the dream, roads to next stage automatically open themselves up to you. And everything is so fluffy on the way.
How easy you become millionaire and all your life's problems are solved just at throwing of a bundle of notes. Worrisome things like death, illness are never even existent. You get whoever you wished for and are even more happy with them.
You fly high and there is nothing stopping you, except the only thing real... the harsh situation, the deep shit you have brought yourself into.
Why did the pillars of dream not realise ? Because there were never there, you fool! Did you ever had a look what is the platform for them ? Never did it occur to you that this world is not in the dimension your dreams are. Now you are homeless, begging for even a small shed to protect you from rain, why not try to rebuild the pillars of dream ?
You, you are for the real world. Where did you waste yourself in the world of no end ? While you were resting in peace in your cushioned bed, a body left this world hoping for a better world ahead. Was your cushioned bed even visible to it ? You just wasted your existence connecting yourself with the bed which did not even exist.
Your limbs are for real, you are for real! The power that you have is for real. Proof lies in every bit of this world. It has not got built by itself. Hundreds of years of strength of hands like yours have created and witnessed the magnanimity of things around you. Your two eyes are for real. See. Inspire yourself. Get fuelled to act. Act to serve this world. It badly needs you, however much you wish to neglect it.
How nice it seems. Free from daily troubles. Once you are lost in the dream, roads to next stage automatically open themselves up to you. And everything is so fluffy on the way.
How easy you become millionaire and all your life's problems are solved just at throwing of a bundle of notes. Worrisome things like death, illness are never even existent. You get whoever you wished for and are even more happy with them.
You fly high and there is nothing stopping you, except the only thing real... the harsh situation, the deep shit you have brought yourself into.
Why did the pillars of dream not realise ? Because there were never there, you fool! Did you ever had a look what is the platform for them ? Never did it occur to you that this world is not in the dimension your dreams are. Now you are homeless, begging for even a small shed to protect you from rain, why not try to rebuild the pillars of dream ?
You, you are for the real world. Where did you waste yourself in the world of no end ? While you were resting in peace in your cushioned bed, a body left this world hoping for a better world ahead. Was your cushioned bed even visible to it ? You just wasted your existence connecting yourself with the bed which did not even exist.
Your limbs are for real, you are for real! The power that you have is for real. Proof lies in every bit of this world. It has not got built by itself. Hundreds of years of strength of hands like yours have created and witnessed the magnanimity of things around you. Your two eyes are for real. See. Inspire yourself. Get fuelled to act. Act to serve this world. It badly needs you, however much you wish to neglect it.
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