Newer rather than older.

And just like that, he had burst into a strange new place./
It was full of Beauty, it had no pain, it had no hate./
It lacked all of the things that Earth had had in such bounty./

He looked around, wandered about. He felt the ground;/
It felt warm, it felt comforting. He wanted to stay./
There were friends in this place too; familiar faces./

He wanted to stay, but then he woke up./
A dream, of course it was. How foolish of him/
To believe it could all be real. He wept./

Soon, however, he realized: he had learned something./
A dream it was, but so be it. It had been real to him,/
So he would now strive to return to that place again./

That place devoid of pain, hate, paranoia. Devoid of life./