The
passage of sleep
Snoring
it away in nothingness
The
soul will float in the air
Staying
close watching the host
The
dreams of many
In
any realm in fantasy
Pushing
it further in the mind
The
images of many shapes and sizes
Sometimes
there will be screaming
The
dept of the dreams in bad moon
Chasing
and catching by the sharp claws
The
soul stand there laughing
There
are some who wish
They
will sleep through with it
They
don't want to come back
They
think they can see paradise
The
souls will not return
If
the time has arrived to change
The
hosts for another in the universe
But
when souls have so much fun it will be awhile
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