Leaving this day for a dream, time to be lost into the night.
Leaving  the clock on its own to march through time.
While  hoping  to be lost from it.
Not wanting to grow old.
No fun is there to be told.
Moving closer to that of which is unspoken.
Still waiting for a dream to wake up into reality, instead of leaving as day brakes.
Only to be left again within the hands of time.