In Dreams: 102
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In dreams, I perceive myriad paths to freedom.
But in the cold light of reality, most prove
To be illusory. We live, increasingly,
In a glossy, airbrushed world; that's studded with ' stars'.
Yet we often lack a true sense of our selfhood.
Behind smooth surfaces, there are constant ruptures.
Behind elaborate masks of order; there is
Primal chaos. There's no guide to show us the way.
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