Near every night, as we drift in that state
(Where both our hopes and fears await),
We sometimes notice or come to see
That which we ignore faithfully:
The distasteful truths, the countless white lies,
The bridges we’ve burned and the unsought ties.
And we react not in fear or shame,
But are entranced by our hypnotic flame.
And we are pulled further into our mire
Until we wake from the internal fire.