Sleeping in a dreary house
With dreams to trap my unconscious mind
We meet again, and expectation
Has me fixated on the face I left behind
There is always the waking
However
In this house I fondly dim the lights
Its comfortable to move slow in the darkness
For in the light my actions are precise
Yet every time I pull back the blinds
I still find
My future is painfully bright
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