But of which I am not sure
Death is surely just as sweet
As a warm comforting bed.
But in that sleep of death
I have so often heard
That no dreams may come my way
Which is what perplexes me
For while I slumber or pass away
My world has been invaded
Shadowy figures claw at my heart
While all the light fades into black
Like any rational thinker
Which I occasionally am
I know that it be true
All dreams pass in time
But as I wander this barren plain
I find no end in sight
No safety from the darkened sky
No respite from this living dream
The thought drops into my heart
and leadens my airy soul
Surely all fantasies come to end
But what if this one never does?
Death reigns far more permanently
Though is more merciful in it's ruling
Somehow then, Am I the exception
To it's peaceful monarchy
So I lie in my bed
and question even life
Do I live inside my mind
or have I died without?
These queries are like water drops
to a vast enormous sea
Why then do I expect the world
to bless an answer upon me?
Because hope is all we have
Awakened or asleep
Alive or dead means nothing at all
Hope is the only thing that runs deep.
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