What is it in dreams that we see;
things to be or more than it seems?
What is it in life that alerts
nightmares from hurts and sleeps sweet strifes?
How is it known when we're awake?
This "life" could be fake with clarity not shown-
and what of death, is that not just sleep?
Decisions deep, like a dream's last breath.
Perhaps our sleep is another man's existence
and they too dream of our normal day.
A parallel universe running a parallel system,
we think of our equals as we lay.
I dream of my clone,
we are not alone.
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