When I turn back time I know I'm dreaming,
forward moving time has always been streaming.
Day to night then the rise of the morning light,
shining over, revealing the days sight.
When streaming the dreaming sound of snoring,
I know I am in a land that I'm exploring.
It's when I sleep I dream back time to turn,
awake I forget what the dream taught to learn.
But, I digress and move forward sleep instead,
pull the blanket, close my eyes, and rest my head.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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