You’d sleep through silence. You’d sleep through war. You’d sleep through everything if you had the choice. I see your reasons. I really do. Life rarely measures up to what dreams can do. You sleep with fervor.
You sleep so sure that no grass is greener than what grows in your world. But I wish you’d come back. I really do. The things that you’ll never know will always know you. Maybe you’ve got this down to a T. ‘Cause is not reality just what you perceive?