Dream

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Where have the nights gone

Counting sheep til dawn

Please just fall asleep

Louder louder

Spiraling deep

Who are you

And what am I

Do you walk inside my mind

Open doors locked for a reason

This is treason

It's fucking treason

Do you love to denounce yourself

Are you worse than anyone else

Get off your high horse

No that's not it

That's wrong of course

What's the opposite of a high horse

Get off your low horse

That seems forced

I think we may be rambling

This mind is eggs

We're scrambling

Grab a plate

Fill up on the dread

When did I get out of bed

Wakey wakey

Noisy head