A short poem for vision
When the weight of reality hits, the glory of illusion shines through. We are not defenceless against our struggle, but keep fighting even if we're just pretending we're winning. When defeat is upon us and our strength is drained, we find new hope through our imagination. The only way to lose is to stop fighting, the only way to keep fighting is to keep casting vision.
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