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Never have I awaited sleep so longingly, so fiercely
 I yearn for my dreams,
  those states of unconsciousness
   that fulfill and provide angels their wings
    My eyes roll and twitch to corners,
     searching for light in a cave.
      Beams that surround your image,
       influencing the way I behave.
        In dreams many things occur, unexplainable fantasies are born.
         The meek can walk on water, while other aspirations are torn.
          When my subconscious rules only one thing is absolute.
           When dreams are my only tools you conquer my destitution.
            The mind gives no direction just follows the path that pleases.
             Every time that choice is made yours is the road it chooses.
              Our reality is not often clear for life masks what is real
               Through slumber I can pull you near
                Through dreams your embrace is what I feel