Under blankets of stars
I sleep a slumber deep
Drenched in the dewy sheen of space
I swim through its amniotic lullaby
What a way to go
Usefully futile
Another cog in Earth's machine
I wait to be recycled
To drown every care in the world
Beneath the crashing waves of forever
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What my dreams are made of
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