We hide behind
Our dreams,
Knowing very well
They are ephemeral,
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What a wonderful heading, dear Sandra. We cannot but look. We find a wonderful philosophical write. The poem takes us to our life and we ask the question you pose. The fog of life describe precisely our refusal to accept life's realities.
none can live in stability of life without dream though the dream is ephemeral; a foolish hope, a cowardice path of blind man!