Body doesn't want to move,
it feels heavy with weight.
After laying for a few,
finally I rise to morning.
Sittng on the bed edge,
memories of dreams,
some good dreams,
other nightmare screams.

After clearing the mind,
I manage to rise.
Now fully awake,
I realize I'm alive.
In the wndow a beautiful sunrise,
brightens my eyes.

I let it flow through to my soul,
knowing that it is still sleep.
I wake all of me,
to enjoy this beautiful day,
positively coming.
Nightmares tried to sabotage,
I treat them as a mirage.

Only a bad dream,
true life has open eyes.
Sunlight and moonlight real.
It has control,
not phony dreams stole.
I don't write nightmares,
they just play themselves.
I write dreams of gradeur,
life so sure.

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