And if I might dream tonight,
I wonder what I might find
lurking there amidst the midst and haze
hanging in my mind.
Would the stars glimmer and dot the darkness
of a thick and heavy sky?
Would the moon softly kiss the stones along the path
twisting through the caverns inside my head?
I'd hope for nothing more than a quiet peace,
a place to rest my weary soul.
Often though it is the opposite I happen on
in those dreams of mine.
Tonight I lay here wondering,
squeezing tight my eyes
hoping for a lovely dream,
and not one in which I die.
So I hope this time for a different ending
I pray for the dreams fairy tales are made of.
Or at the very least that in my slumber
I will rest and remember nothing in the morning.
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