Tis time to sleep and travel a dream,
In Dreams fine time distance does not have its means,
Twas a dream that caused and holds sway,
It is the dream that is the key that unlocks what it held at
bay,
In Shakespeare’s name “What dreams may come?”,
What travels this day is known to some.
In dreams half-light covered darkness flight.
Our minds message telling us of our plight.
Do we listen? Do we
pay heed?
No, we continue with our mindless greed.
Is it greed to want a life of peace?
Nay, perhaps not for we seek solace in sleep.
So find your peace and forget William’s play!
In the end of the day, in the end of night “…we sleep no
more.” Some say.
Some say.
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