There are days when I am not at my best.
So much, that the mere thought of waking up from dreams haunts me.
The reality seems so fragile that I want to disown it.
But I know, I know in my heart that I can not.
In my dreams, I am entirely my own.
The people I love, they love me back too.
They don't judge me for being whoever I am. Neither I am there alone.
In reality, it's the opposite.
In my dreams, I say to them what I want to.
I tell them, how much I have missed them for ages,
how much important they are to me despite our differences.
In reality, I am unable to.
My best days flew away like a fast-moving cloud.
And all that is left now is my loneliness and shroud.
But I wonder whom can I reach out to?
Everyone seems so busy in their own life that I feel I am helpless too.
My dreams and reality are at constant war with themselves.
I am failing constantly in my reality and winning in my dreams.
But I don't want to win my dreams.
I want to score average in reality if winning is too much to ask for.
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