At dawn, voices call me,
I long to be someone else, you see.
Perhaps better, perhaps worse,
I wonder what path I'd traverse.
Would I agree that white is black,
And sweet is salty, on this track?
But at dawn, voices beckon me,
Drawing me to a different reality.
Maybe I'd betray all I hold dear,
But at dawn, the voices call me.
In that moment of truth and light,
I ponder the choices within my sight.
At dawn voices call me
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