Oblivion.

 
The world engulfed in a drop of water
Travels down through the skin and the lips
Leaving the warmth and regrets of moments
I had to be a somnambulist
I don’t like to just sleep
I walk in real to realize my dreams when I sleep
The world and its nefarious activities
Ensured my lethargic approach when I was awake
I waited to hear a sonorous voice
And to see benevolence shine in the real world
My thoughts bombinating inside my head
A feeling of hiraeth beats with my heart
The sky indicating aurora
Oblivion is calling me
Shaking my head and squeezing my eyes, I rise
Not sure sleeping in dreams
Or dreaming in real.

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