Blinded by dreams so bright,
He who walks at night,
As darkness surrounds,
His very own twilight.

Walking, falling, getting hurt,
Waking up to reality,
Crying, sobbing, shattered dreams,
A gruesome, bitter twist of fate.

Stuck in a hole made of dirt,
Awaiting his ambiguity,
He lets out despairing screams!
Abandoned, he just hopes to wait.

As the night ends with fright,
He wakes up to find sunlight,
A nightmare has left his house,
To fall in love in his sleep.