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Alive

Awakened powers rise in dark hours,
    As I give in to the night
A vibrant hypnosis, scrolling psychosis,
    Scenes unknown to light
From unending mazes to puzzling crazes,
    And horrors to frighten the soul
Emotions released, let loose wild beast,
    I feel alive and whole
 
The morning sun forgets what I’ve done,
    As I give in to the light
A comfortable saneness, veritable plainness,
    Scenes unknown to night
From unchanging actions to vacant distractions,
    And customs to strangle the soul
Emotions restrained, rampant beast chained,
    I feel bereft not whole
 
There’s only one question that I’ve often asked,
    Why slight the first to favour the last?
For in chasing daydreams, the more that I strive,
    The less I recall when I’m truly alive

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