I woke up from a dream

found myself old and spent

everyone was right it'd seem

to wonder where it went


but everyone wakens

in their own special bed

a pallet for the forsaken

a soft mattress for the protected


I'm somewhere between

I dozed on a cot

all the visions I've seen

all the experience I got


now I stir old and spent

without a damn clue as to what it all meant...



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