Woke up in a dream, the sun was shining blue, 
Chasing shadows of the past, we wander through the venue.  
Coffee’s brewing in a cup that’s cracked and chipped, 
Every sip’s a memory, a life that’s flipped.

I met a traveler with stories carved in his skin, 
He spoke of happiness and loss, where the wild things begin. 
Underneath the star lights, we laughed and cried, 
In this circus of existence, we’re all just trying to hide.
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