while all the sheep are sleeping, the dreamers stay awake;

the herd is worked by the game the dreamers came to play.

the dreamers go from a knight at night, to a daze by day;

swim then sink, they wait to love as sleepers wade in hate.

as the sleepers keep on sleeping, chained in Plato’s cave;

dreamers keep on dreaming ‘cuz it’s only too late to wait.

from white to black: in great dismay, light was made to fade;

but the dreamers find that silverline within the shades of gray.

~LoopholesOnLife.com, 10.13.2012