With our last step,
we dance across this line
into a new world.
Evening shadows fall, and it must follow.
As the night, the day.
We wait for our given days in sleep.
What days may come,
as the sun must rise again.
Days like a flit can't go,
where up is down and down is up.
And life is missed with faith,
or one must survive.
If I wake from dreamless sleep,
may tomorrow begin like a dream.
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