Don't ever miss a ticketed ride the quiet reality train to sleep
Fight her speedy coaches not and blink long your sanity to keep
Too many believe too soon the worry waking hours are for real
Hard to escape the feel but sunny rays are sent here to steal
To make believe what we hear and see, love and taste and own
Wake is merely many dreams when on the darker side of town
From there we look in awe the colours feels and smells
The greatest lies taste sweeter here this plain where all pain dwells
Dream on poor soul accustomed to so many heartaches grow
It's only human flaw to care a few minutes past your now
Real is what you grow into while you effortlessly choose
And later as you climb aboard a full train again to loose
Reality waiting patiently and presents again here soon
Is up to you tonight to swap your version for the moon
Arno Le Roux 20l4
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