How I wish to close my eyes
Drift slowly for a while
To a place where feet float
Where Strangers wear many faces
And reality is not questioned
Yet insomnia holds me still
Am kept wide awake from the doze
Though shadows on the walls I've counted
Waiting for the moment to finally come
But the clock still ticks loudly and clear
I am so wide awake it bothers
How I wish to drift to a quite land
To silently lie upon the pillow of time
Where butterflies softly flap their wings
And birds sweetly sing the lullabies
Oh nightfall take me to that place
Where reality diminishes with every dream
A place where peasants are kings
Take me to the thornless bed of roses
To the waterfalls and glimmering streams
Come beautiful sleep come
You're not that far I can feel your steps
From a distance I heard your soft thuds
Did the wind not blow me your fragrance?
Very soon you'll softly kiss my brows
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