Vision
here, sitting alone at the sight of the world.
There, sitting together in front of the mirror.
Standing screaming pain of our condition.
Standing to sing of our dreams.
Running away from the madness of everyday life.
Pursuing the ideal of life as freedom.
front of the mirror, watching me.
Admiring the reality from the eyes of others.
away, and wear our masks.
And dancing to this great reception.
Dive into the world in the mirror.
Changing the way out in life.
the midnight of our lives.
Noon of our dream.
There may be infinite parallel universes, and one myself.
How can there be only one reality and a lot of me.
You can be all my hallucinations.
I can be a collective illusion.
Here again, in front of our lives.
Again there, looking out to the universe.
awake and ready for the daily races.
Sleepers and the dreamy race of life.
The door is still open.
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