Until I awaken,
naught but a dream, this life
trembles at the semblance
in my mind, mistaken
literally by sense.
I struggle, full of strife
as I make my entrance,
welcomed by all to play
a role as we commence
kissing our days goodbye,
exiting the dark stage,
no sound until I cry,
naught but this silent rage
against the light, I bray
until a donkey speaks,
gifted the sound of speech,
how Balaam's ass could teach
truth from these mountain peaks.
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