Trudging through shadows of life
This reality rejecting the one a night
Of one filled with joy and love
Reinforcing this one with hate
Milky haze
Walking through the world
In a dream
Slow
Moving extremities
Owned by someone else
A sleeping one
In a wakeman's world
Nothing real but full of illusions of realness
Like watching a movie only half asleep
Life with a dreamlike quality
But awakening you is the knowledge of time
Time is precious
Awaken to the cold
Awaken to the hate
Awaken to the harshness of life
But you'll always have the night
Its passions
It's freedoms from this life
Dream
Through the pure bright shadows
Wades the minds eye
Full of illusions that trouble the mind
A whirling swarm of shadows, figments
Of taste, sights, and sounds
Memories, desires of unfulfilled needs
Passions, fears of fears untold
Secrets not yet known
Lives lived never growing old
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Lived again
Not the same but changed
Played over again
Never the same but changed
Changed into new myths new figments
Tricking the senses lying to them
And then the bright shadows fade
Into the dull light of life