we are omnipresent, we are free

it is at night we are awake
and during slumbers our souls wander
dreams become what is real
we live without our eyes wide open

it is at night we gather around
holding hands, embracing our souls
during sleeps we dream of our lives
in golden slumbers we plan our tomorrows

some claimed to have faced and seen
winged beauty of angels and of seraphs
but while dreaming, we see each other,
and seeing each other is enough

loafers perhaps are we
but if so, we did it perfectly
we paint the walls with insobriety
we are omnipresent, we are free

we all dream our days at night
while the moon shine through the shrouding clouds
we sit by the lake, we ponder and state proud
'here we are! here we stand well and alive!'

we lay on our backs on the ground
look up to the sky and enjoy the setting sun
but this is a dream, it's cunning and mean.
sunsets are dawn, and with dawn reality begins.

at night we are a nation
of youth, pride, and compassion.
we laugh joyously with our hearts
through the dark silent night we meditate loud

but we learn laughters are frail
they fade as the sun shines its ray
soon it is 'so long', and 'goodbye',
to love, to memories, and to the good times.