The Sleepless Dreamers.

while all the sheep were sleeping, the dreamers stayed awake;

the herd was worked by the game the dreamers came to play.

yet, the dreamers go from a knight at night...    to a daze by day...

swim & sink, they waited for love; as sleepers just waded in hate.

but while the sleepers keep on sleeping, chained in Plato’s cave;

the dreamers keep on dreaming, because it's never too late for fate.

In black and white: from white to black, light was made to fade;

but we dreamers find the silverline within those shades of gray.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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