Duży lotek wyniki lotto Da Man

He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made
At first, he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night
But then it came again
Only heavier this time

Wake up all your dreams
and show them to the door
They're not wanted any more
I don't think you know
I don't think you care
I don't think you want to
and you don't
Pack up all the lies
The oft repeated lines
That you've murmured while asleep
That you've babbled while awake