Sometimes we forget those memories
Those memories close to us
And when they infiltrate our subconscious
In our tired desperate minds
They appear as mystical dreams
Dreams that have substantial meaning
And so we throw them away
In the Nostradamus bin
But what if we
Followed through these questionable beliefs
Pursue our implausible dreams
What would we achieve?
Would we free ourselves
From the constraints
Of overanalysing every deed
Would we break down
Our perceptions of reality
Our preconceived notions
Of our place in society
Would we purify our being?
Would we change our nature
That tells us to doubt ourselves
Over self belief
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