Imagine

is all the good what we imagine
and the bad what we know
is this, all this that i see just
a youths dream of the world.
is love and joy, but an
everlasting dream showing
what is beyond our grasp
how do we know whats real
if anything is real at all
all i know is if all i sense
and all i love is a dream
then let me sleep and never wake up

by Krystle Newberry

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