Surrounded by the fumes of ether.
In a minute or in two
Her mind will be fogged
And she can begin to dream.
A dream or two
She wouldn't be counting
One dream may get lost
But what does it matter?
The colors of her dreams
Are vibrant and brilliant,
Like the sun that burns with ferocity.
She will be roused from her dreams
When the ether loses its power
And she will be released once more
Into that dark grimy world
The one with a name that spells
Reality.
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