Taking Turns

The future holds tomorrow’s key.
Turn the latch or let it be.
Day and night’s time we see.
Dreams blind, mind’s free.

World’s explored, new people met.
Creatures frolic with no regret.
Wingless we soar without a net.
Color suspends our endless sunset.

But awake we must, we must agree.
Some turn over, some turn the key.



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