I'm made to wait, until he finally visits and takes my surrender
There is no threat, I am led to hope rather than any kind of fear
But as I take my time to renew through dream, I still remember
The day rots my mind, my mistakes manifest, leading to tears
Until the lord of sleep returns, the days' events burn as embers
Churning, toiling, crushing me, grinding the wheels of the gear
In dreams I'm king, but in waking hours I'm the pretender
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
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