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Dream Instead


I've been sleeping a lot I'm told.

It's dark when I sleep because it's dark in my heart.

I sleep to let my dreams unfold.

I sleep because I and life must be apart.

 

But my dreams are more adventerous you see.

Yet, they tell me to give life a chance,

Well, what the hell of a kind of chance did it give me?

I sleep cause I determine the circumstance.

 

When I'm awake, my demons can't hide.

When light comes it's bright and blinding.

I like to sleep to keep me in stride.

And the light isn't so deafening.

 

I sleep mostly and awake eventually,

And when I wake, I wander and ponder.

But my dreams hold more for me, substantually.

The days I hate and nights I grow fonder.

 

Dreams, oh dreams come quickly,

Rescue me from the true darkness out there.

Swift me away like you do so sweetly,

Take me away from myself here.

 

I hate the voices swarming and screaming in my head,

Take me off to dream instead.

 

 

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