All enter in slumber, all in comfort and warmth.
Eyes closed tight, for fear of what may be seen.
Blankets wrapped tightly round, a barrier to the cold open world.
Boundaries to their universe, limits they control.
As the slumber wears on, the covers are loosed.
Room to stretch, room to explore, room to grow.
The choice comes to some,
To stay secure, to exist in blissful ignorance,
Waiting to be taken in our long sleep,
Or to cast off the layers of insulation and move.
Our eyes open, we free ourselves of the swathing.
Those who rise from the reverie move on,
Leaving the sleeping children behind them.
Wide-eyed, they act as sleepers may only dream,
And exist beyond the body of a single birth.
Those who choose sleep fall deeper in,
Slowly overtaken by a numbing coma,
Slipping ever closer to the banal void;
Withering away without leaving the cradle.