I used to think sleep was a way to escape.
A way to live happily, a way to find ambition.
But these images we conceive are merely fake
Once we break hold of this motionless position.
Within this, reality is but an illusion.
Though we believe this not to be true.
And to understand this may bring about confusion
But doing so we can begin anew.
To lie asleep, we can never live our lives.
Asleep, we have lied too long.
It is time that we open our eyes
So that again, we may move along.
Rise. We may never be given another chance
To be able to build, discover and advance.
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