Sleep is a mythology!
Suffice to say it's origin and genealogy
It is a soul's journey to explore the unknown
Like Mida's fantasy you're drawn into spiritual lawn,
The flesh is physical, the mind is spiritual
Sleep is a template for the body's spiritual journey
It is a routine practice that later converts to a story,
Whatever level you are in the physical,
You can climb the highest mountain in sleep because it's spiritual,
Sleep is a mythology!
Not a dreamer's right or inheritance, because sleep is not by genealogy
Sometimes in sleep, darkness wrecks havoc,
Nonetheless, in sleep you can envision
And when light shines you can make it a mission,
Yet in the place of sleep, some lost their breath,
Because sleep is the cousin of death!
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