They are still filled with sleep.
Last night I dreamt I was a king in a castle,
And it's a dream I mean to keep.
My existence was at the cost of another,
And that never-born's mother was looking at me,
As I was trying to play soccer after fifteen years.
No one wanted me on their team.
Then being king I decided that I would,
Measure all the women in my realm for dresses.
Then I went for a walk in my kingdom,
And met an old friend who was quite a mess.
And it's alright,
I think waking up is always a good thing.
At least in the real world you know all the rules,
And have the choice of doing all the breaking.
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