Dream Again I Say

Slowly, does the journey to decease Completely overwhelm my what to do's Answers not for fear of this release, What hoping has and if I were to lose, The gift of sight the aftermath shows Is eased without suspicion for the dead Shall see alright and sensing I suppose, A darkness that is everybodys' bed. Asleep, and what can better be alive Be dreaming an eternal depth in bliss, And nearby seeing light as we arrive The life before was similar to this.