Анлийская версия Сон сна во сне

Above me rolls the endless haze, Of rushing cars through fleeting days. A thousand faces, countless lights, Darkened windows, sleepless nights…

And higher still beneath the sky, My fragile ships still learn to fly. Suspended years on edges thin, Of earth and space I drift within.

The dusk has wrapped me, though not night, In hyperspace I lost my sight. I woke again inside a dream, Where midnight dots in daylight gleam.

Through endless halls I walk alone, Unseen, unheard, by anyone. Seven knots have sealed my fate, A stone of pain I can’t incinerate.

I watch the days rush endlessly, Alone inside my galaxy. A world of tales, of NON;HUMANS near, Where shadows whisper, mirrors leer.

I fade in dreams, dissolve in skies, Still searching where my shelter lies. Bound by lies I can’t undo, What once was jest has now come true.

Awake beneath the blanket’s seam, I cannot hide my eyes’ blue gleam. I force them open, weary, deep… And turn the key — back into sleep.


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