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Sleepless Nights
Every night as we walk into the recess of deep slumber, a presence is there, waiting... Waiting, to guide every dreamer that dares to step into the world of never ending imagination. The presence waits, watching every person step into the reality they crave deep within their hearts. Seeing the dreamer's dreams come true, watching at some that succumb unto their own nightmares, seeing the brave at heart, the wishful, the shattered, the used, everything...they see it all pass, into their sky blue eyes, where everything passes by, one by one. On the eyes that conveys no emotion, the eyes that had learned to hide...they look and look....sleepless.
Every night as we walk into the recess of deep slumber, a presence is there, waiting... Waiting, to guide every dreamer that dares to step into the world of never ending imagination. The presence waits, watching every person step into the reality they crave deep within their hearts. Seeing the dreamer's dreams come true, watching at some that succumb unto their own nightmares, seeing the brave at heart, the wishful, the shattered, the used, everything...they see it all pass, into their sky blue eyes, where everything passes by, one by one. On the eyes that conveys no emotion, the eyes that had learned to hide...they look and look....sleepless.