paradise

I could say that we are born good,
But fall into the temptation of evil.

Self-hostility at its best.

Dreamers ran to their freedom in their sleep,
Dwellers wished they dreamt of running.

A vicious cycle;
Eyes closed;
reality hidden.

Dreaming was imagining,
Dwelling is honesty.

NOTVANTE

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