One night I woke up
Soaked in my sweat
Perhaps I had a bad dream
A dream of getting older without seeing the world as wild as it is
A dream of becoming weak without pushing to the physical limits
A dream of letting go of things that matter the most
A dream of dreaming about all the bad dreams
The next morning I woke up
and set out on a journey
But now that I’m back
Something still doesn’t feel right
Perhaps I am still dreaming
Perhaps I need an awakening
Imran Ahmed Hunzai 
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