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.
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