Strange Dreams
What strange dreams
We men dream
Tales of yore and of fear and of love
Not knowing the future
But hoping for the best
What strange dreams
Come true
With the world going on
As if the truth were
A mere triviality
What strange dreams
And what lives
Are changed by the thoughts
Of the great human hive
Or of just the queen
Forever and nothing
Intertwined and alive
For their own amusement
And as we are together and alone
At the same time
Perhaps we can know true peace
Or is it just my
Strange dreams.
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