Almost dreaming, surrended by shadows;
His eyes doesn't want to close,
his body sleeps but his soul still
lives,awakened.
It is in the night that he thinks,
about past, about himself,about the others,
or nothing;
Thoughts fill his mind,
a cold breeze makes him shiver.
Then, he closes his eyes,
darkness, and nothing but gloom;
Only sounds are listened,
making him wakeful and nervous.
Facing his fear, he sleeps,
and dream;
Out of a world of concerns,
he enter in his only private orb,
and there he stays.
Maybe, tomorrow will be different.
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