Dreaming awake
Awaking to dream
Falling foward faster
Flying further fearing
Nothing in this place
This face a memory of
Someone I once was
Standing lonely, stranded as
Corpses of former selves
Dancing in the past land
A wasteland of history
Telling nothing, only
All that matters at all:
The now that will be
And the been that was now.
Is life what we have
Is sleeping through the dreaming
The endless colorless void
We waste, yet want
We need, yet taunt
Familiar others who form ourselves
Dreaming awake
Awaking to dream
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