From a Cradle

Sun sets darker in the eye of the rocker in the cradle....
In the cradle... there's a big small bear and a 
barely any thing in there.
It feels so empty in here.
And I think it's raining on me...
The everything that only had a light to lead
into the easy dream,
where I sleepy sleep for the long night,
where I dream of the dream that is dreaming...
And in this dream I might awake,
Tasting sweet reality until the moment I awake.

The End

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