I Have That Dreamer's Disease

I pretend day and night,
That this world has a form of white light,
That those around have no greed,
Those who are living below do not bleed, nor plead.

I pretend day and night,
A life that is far beyond bright.

I wake up from that dreamer's disease,
To only open my eyes to a world that shall be deceased,
Those living above have all the greed, yet...no generosity to give,
And those below plead for their life whilst they cry and bleed.

Can I go back to that dreamer's disease?

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