When you wake and the soul longs for joy,
When you walk and your feet skip for joy,
When you shake and your heart seeks joy,
Then I shall say to you,
Son,
Wake no more a soul longing joy,
For in the wake, lie snakes, dripping venom,
Potent toxins they call reality.
Whose antidote resides in dreams,
Joyous dreams of a good night spent.
Therein,
Wake no soul son,
Lest you cost a soul joy.
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