When I awake in the morning,
What will it be I dreamed,
I could have dreamed about nothing,
Or all things it seemed,
What motivates us to dream,
Does our brain need a release,
Is sleep the only solitary place,
Where our imagination may never cease,
When the fresh day begins
And our concious first comes too,
Is it happy in this world,
Or does it wish the dreams were not through,
For only in our dreams,
Do we see our mind at its best,
Away from the toils of life,
Away from the place of our great stress
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