Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Can't help it if I space in a daze, My eyes tune out the other way, I may switch off and go in a daydream, In this head my thoughts are deep, Sometimes I can't even speak, Would someone be and not pretend I'm off again in my world
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