dreams scream a feverish spill,
distant closer,
eyes too chill,
thoughts to burn the hour at hand,
time stops
closing my eyes near the night stand,
lost in the wish and hopes of a farther happiness,
awakening to the reality that harder i must pull,
someday someway the Earth will stand still,
until the time i must remind and blind my laziness,
revive my senses, set my goals,
flow into the real world,
because times are cold.
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