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Drift to sleep, uncaring of being woken.

Pray you are within a living lie. 

And tomorrow this life will be forgotten

In greater circumstances

You never knew you wished for. 

Worry not for that whilst which you slept,

I promise you shall wake a different man. 

You will blink, years on,

And pray for then's problems

To replace those anew. 

I know you may not cherish it all

And may not know a love of youth. 

So from an unknown grace, you will fall,

And with it, a burgeoning truth.