Lays a delerium
We run screaming from our problems
Which are like heavy footed rumplestiltskins
Do we conjure hope in our wakening
For brighter sun?
Or a new scapegoat to run with
I'm unsure
We sleep to forget that the walls are caving
Only to wake up crushed, drowned in truth
We are not unseeing
Our eyes are only closed.
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