Poking a Hole Into These Cynical Hearts

What kind of horrible thoughts run through fogged brains when they lay down to sleep and instead of sleeping, they begin to weep? What kind of humble thoughts and serene feelings shunning worries enter the peaceful mind of a meek when he prays and suddenly falls asleep? What kind of glorious dreams does one perceive when an image appears? Would he stick to the imagination and continue to dream? Would he suddenly awake in sweat and emit a loud scream? What kind of exhilarating emotions make us delusional when joy strikes us assuming we're invulnerable to sorrows and frights that will follow tragic events poking a hole into these cynical hearts?