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Asleep and Awake
Remnants of the day go through my mind
as the Sandman takes me away.
He lies there in wait, somewhere between asleep and awake.
From the moment when we begin to lose ourselves,
when we close our eyes and start to let go,
he tugs at us and takes us.
The regrets and smiles of today become yesterday.
Even though I have no memory of this place,
I've been there every night of my life.
Somewhere between asleep and awake;
a small reality that we travel through
to get to dreamland.
Like flying, or falling;
it's a platform for our hidden desires
and as the final words of Good Night echo away
in our conciseness,
the only thing that matters is escape
and becoming lost in this place
until tomorrow arrives.
Very profound, makes me think of existing to exist, know what I mean? I would say that anyone who questions why we are here, read this poem, very cool indeed!
Nice poem, it really made me think. I like the structure, it's almost like a sleep wave in itself.