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.