I am the reason for lost soul's flame of hope
And the ignorant procrastinator's time-old excuse
I am the imagined land of New, Dreams, and Future
Yet an unknown guillotine shrouded in a veil of dark mist
I am the faith-melting fear of darker times to come
The taunting mastermind of human anxiety
I am the last curiosity rolling in your mind
As you drift off to soft, childish sleep
I am the world that is dreamed of but never comes
The promised land never reached
What am I?

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