The outmost dream patiently deems,
Just as the counterpart of sleep seems.
To call all hidden fracas to retreat,
For your fall was not to be giving a mere treat.
Mortality was a case study to be given your downfall.
And title it an indigenous home call.
For bedding like a sleep needs no wake,
A season where fruition needs no rake.
Well your sleep defined what it meant,
A lesson about death that must be learnt.
It’s a journey of no return,
But bed like asleep do pretends,
To tell your faith in the deep.
Surfing your way through memories as you sleep.
The wasted time and efforts as you breathed.
Guess it’s too late to make any changes at that point.
Nevertheless, your tomorrow lies in your today as a pivot joint.
So make use of all possible chances with a careful leap,
For there is no justification to satisfy whilst you bed in your sleep.
Which will come unexpected to the expectant,
And must be expected at any instant.
For someday somehow you will surely bed in your sleep.
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