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I dream, And in that fleeting moment I transcend the limits of what I can be… Is the world in my head anymore real than the one without? Or is it all a dream? A construct of another mind… And yet to ask, To ponder ones existence, Is that a question one could ask – if they were not real? I dream, And in those moments, I become much more than I am… I become – Someone else, And see a world through different eyes and senses, I experience what it means to be, And yet… Yet… None of it is real, Is it? The eternal question. I dream, And in those moments see other possibilities; A world adrift in maybes.