Dreams are lined up against the wall,
each and everyone of them.
The big and the small,
all in line together.
Waiting for their turn
to inspire,
urge,
and impress.
Dreams are lined up against the wall,
knowing
almost absolutely that they
are doomed to death.
Dreams are lined up against the wall.
One by one,
they march off
into the abyss of the human mind.
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