Sometimes just past dreaming,
I stumble on a place,
where I can sleep like I am dead and wish I’d never wake.

Everytime that something calls me,
while I’m in this place,
I must choose and must be sure before I can awake.

Someday, maybe soon, I won’t.
I’ll refuse to leave that place.
When that day comes, you can be sure, I finally have escaped.

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