Your dreams were valid.
Mine were insane.
You thought yourself so realistic,
But your actions were mundane.
Always appreciating life,
Choosing memories over material.
But you were one to not move a finger.
How could I've been so delusional?
I was choosing myself,
And us at the same time.
You were only choosing to believe
That being comfortable was fine.
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