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I lay upon my chaise, bent over by my realities
Spent from a day job, my dreams eloped me.
As I lay upon my chaise, a world of fantasies
Swept my feet by as I imagined a world devoid
From misery and anarchy, a state of Shangri-La
My world of Utopia and mirage.
This state would not be truncated until I see
Myself mantling the power of authority
Wielding the seat of fame, standing for stardom
And happy for my glory.
All that ran through my cerebellum cortex
Fixed in my brains, I was woken by a scream
Of my name from the corridor of my mini
Room urging me to engage in my activity.
My dream was just a mere fantasy and would
Never see the light of the day.
