Dreams are tickets
Through the quiet night .
The dreams are made for my eyes only .
Sometimes I wake up
In the middle of the night
And look at the clock .
I try to sink back to sleep
Before I turn over
And look at the clock
For the 5th time .
I try to pick up
The interrupted dream
That I could not get back too
But I tried real hard
With my eyes closed tight .
Yes I lost all my tickets
In the dark night .
By Brock
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