Afraid to dream because I talk in my sleep.
Spent the night waiting for the morning.
Just to find
That the view may be better when you only catch a glimpse...
Spent the night waiting for a meaning.
Just to wake up to an unfamiliar feeling.
Just to be taught to keep looking.
Watching. Searching. For another day. Another night.
Which is all good as long as I can catch the sunrise.
....That glimpse of true beauty
That only lasts for a few minutes
...But is worth more than all the sunshine of my jaded afternoon.
Love, me... Free
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