I am the feeling.
You make the choice.
I say the words.
Yet you have the voice.
On a chance wander,
I caught myself amidst a blunder,
It was dawn and by the first light,
I was awakening under
The fading night.
Though I had not felt it before,
The dew had become my mattress,
And I was trembling too much to ignore
The unfamiliar ache.
But I need to get up.
Otherwise I'll forever be half-asleep.
Too scared to open my eyes,
In case I look too deep.
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