Seconds, minutes, hours whirl by
Gone to wherever time goes when we're not looking.
Time stolen, time wasted, time spent, all mixed together.

Nothing changes.

Reality grows boring, and is sacrificed.
Imagination become tiring, and is abandoned.
Self is laid aside, that we may integrate.

We live our dreams.

We save worlds whose good and evil are clearly defined.
We perform magic to heal the wounds of the injured before they die.
We do great things and only ask for humble rewards.

The dreams end.

Back to our reality, where we toil and slave
Never thinking that we can save the world, heal wounds, or do great things.
We know the difference between real and virtual.

We do nothing.

In this era of manufactured dreams, what is left for us?
I see my shackles, and I cast them off.
I dream my own dream.

How can I save those who do know they need to be saved?

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