There's always something like this.
That you try to do a pile of meaningless stuffs just to keep yourself going.
Going and going and going,until one couldn't go any further and have to stop to look around.
That time comes like a wake-up to a long dream.
But no butterflies,only serious life choices to choose from.
Every time I go to bed it's like a short rest for endless dream theatre.
Which side is sleeping dream?
Sleep well,you've got a dramma to play.
People are gathering,talking,working,living,no one could be the exception.
Sleep well,sleepless night.