| are only dreams until they come true. Then they become reality. Reality is subject to... well, reality, and that's kinda lame. // The structure of the lines reminds me of my thought processes when I'm falling asleep. I used to try and stop myself dreaming, too, until I realised that as soon as I realised I was dreaming I could take control of that internal reality. I could fly, until reality - which is lame - took me back. // I'm not an artist, I'm a scientist.
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