A secret too terrible to know

We sink inside our dreams,
The world surrounds us with
Clouds of pure, liquid gold.

There’s no philosophy in dreams,
Just our lives flashing before our eyes;
Yes, we already know the truth,
Everything’s pointless and made of wax.

The tragedy, as we see it,
Is the dream itself.

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