Dreams
Dreams are wasted when the traitor wins
Purge yourself and start from zero
Open your hands
Look in your palms
Let the lines lead the way
Fold open your hands
Foil the plans they laid out for you
Cruising at high speed
down the highway
where distrust is thrown to the wayside
Dreams can free you from a lifetime of shackles and chains
It can plant an idea that’ll germinate inside your brain
Dreams can be a trustworthy friend
I love to walk its landscapes
watching reality bend
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