The brain's constant swirl
As inside the dreams whirl
Tempest unabated
As their vision's faded
No pleasure or pain to feel
Seeming all so surreal
Scenes flash from the past
How long will they last?
Insane or lucid, hard to tell
Trapped within this cell
Half awake, half asleep
Their profundity so deep
Eyes closing again
Another show, soon to begin
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