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Written at 36,000 feet. No escape from myself.

In dreams they lay, awake
While thoughts pierced their soul
A thousand knives at once

Is all they are a veneer
Over anxious chasms
Bottomless, alluring

For in dreams they lie
Our greatest lies of all
Those tales of self deceit

Of victories and wounds
Ethereal, by ghostly light
Casting existential shadows

Heroes and monsters are we
But, in which light shall we see
Ourselves forevermore

Shall we fade, screaming quietly
Into the emotional void
An echo of what should have been

Or embrace this fleeting life
That is owed no one
But cherished few, shall grasp

And finally be
What we were meant to be
If we got out of our way