The scenery is always changing,
flashing before my eyes.
Filled with friends and family but some strangers do subside.
Never understanding how I got here.
The details are so keen; how is there so much detail in faces I've never seen?
I can feel the grass between my toes and the scent of flowers in the air,
but how is this possible if I'm not really there?
I can feel love in my heart and fear in my soul,
even the changes in temperature from hot to cold.
But how is this possible when its not real.
How am I able to dream and to feel?
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