The Void Ѯ

Slippin’ down to the void, but it feels so warm,

   Like droplets of dew on the pavement only to be dried in the morn’.

These fragile souls make their way through

   But they know that if they wake up their dreams can never come true.

Some whimper, some cry, some even laugh.

   Yes, because they know when they wake up, their dreams will never be true.