In the name of sleep,
These dreams will be kept alive.
When the chase has halted,
Something wrong has arrived.
Addiction
Insanity
A waste!
But what else is to be done?
So pauses, but never stops.
Even when the light is red; the sign is an octagon.
Even when fear stands in the middle of this dark, lonely road
Hinged to this potential
Lost in this dream, I am.
But you will never catch me sleeping.
I’m always working on something.
Sircharlesthepoet 
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