There is a bridge between
Reality and dream
Kept by a guard troll.
That's the eternal law:
We must traverse twice a
In a round trip, unable to stay.

One must come back
Who treads the twilight track.

Here, emotions have fled from me
Like birds that migrate from the cold.
Detached from all I see,
I've become empty, I've grown old.

Once stripped of dreams' cloak
In my tears I'll drown
And with my own
Vomit I'll choke.

So I dare what's forbidden to all
And approach the fearsome troll
Offering my hands up-turn'd:
"To reality I shan't return.
Handcuff me to this place
Or else my wrists are yours to sever."

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