The sun rises once more
And new days begin.
This very same act is fated
To perpetuity.
Nobody notices it, though.
Nobody even cares. No.
It's been said that sleeping
Is not living. Yet sometimes there
Is no life in life itself, there is nothing
Worthwhile to be awake for. Dreams
Have a more appealing facade than reality.
Even if they become scant as days go by.
Sleep grants more, various chances.
Long sleep shortens burden-like days
and relieves both physical and spiritual
Weariness--but does not eradicate it.
In dreams hope can be found now and then.
As they fade out, the longing starts again.
Dreams may also play cruel jokes,
As they bring back memories that should
Remain in oblivion and never return.
How come they trace them back and
Pull them out from the void, nobody knows.
They crack old wounds and make them flow.
Waking up easily dispels cruel dreams.
Yet life is not that fast to get rid of.
It lasts forever, it seems.
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