Who remains?

The journey is long 
A mind that’s strong 
Comes equipped 
Laziness is nipped 

With much to discover 
It begins to uncover 
It’s versatile self 
And its dominant sense 

Wide open in dreams 
The dark night beams 
Trusting every image 
Silent, with no language 

Bringing many offers 
To empty desire’s coffers 
The dream world can buy 
Even the deep blue sky 

Who likes to leave?
A place offering reprieve 
From the daily grind
The waking world, defined 

Dreams travel afar 
To the most distant star
In a flash, it’s there 
Face to face, they stare

We’re hidden in dreams 
Under countless streams 
Of the make-believe 
Who remains, to perceive? 

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That is the real secret 
Not ancient, it’s recent 
Don’t look to the past 
It is unreasonably vast 

The moment is narrow 
Shoots straight as an arrow 
Nobody cares to listen 
Seeing the future glisten 

Time is now, not tomorrow
Or, in days old sorrow 
Time runs like a dream 
Covering every theme 

One moment, sit it out 
It will end the drought
The mind is parched 
When peace is scorched 

Joy’s dying embers 
Slip through our fingers 
We then turn to dreams 
Stirring up new schemes 

As if it’s real bread 
What’s left unsaid 
Is the truth of our being 
The distance is growing 

To bridge that gap
Determination, it will sap 
The moment will then receive 
The one, who remains, to perceive 

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