Do You Ever Get Lonely

Dreams are on repeat forgotten as we wake from sleep, what was the path, which way did it go do any of us truly know? Waking from a restless night blinded by dawn's early light, where does the time flow when do we find the answers we seek give me just a tiny peek. Lingering within the midnight hours there is little rest in images powered with the hopes and dreams sown while in the end we find being lonely is most unkind in the all alone..