When you close your eyes.. br What lies on the other side? br When sleep is a blanket.. Of what is a matress made? br Do we perhaps sleep a lifetime, and then wake in another day? br Do we go to sleep a virgin.. and wake again a mother? br Are we content enough in life, or do we yearn for yet another? br When eyes are closed and slumber reigns, br What world wakes before the bed is made? br Is there perhaps an alterego; of past days better spent? br Or do perhaps you live a life where you must again repent? br Are there fairy princess ladies, and wildflowers galore? br Or do the sheets fill up with gypsies, and cheap street corner whores? br Are there gardens in the distance and rainbows in the sky? br Or are there dwarfs and goblins that make the children cry? br When your eyes do rest at night, who knows what myths live on? br ..