Self-obsorbtion
Daydreaming of wonderland Turning reality into something bland Oblivious as moments whisk by Weaving my dreams with a twinkle and sigh Slowly I drift through this magical tale I feel the thrill; it’s time to set sail Melting into the depths of night’s cloak Oh dear, I’m never awoke.
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