The eye of Abraxas is cunning, vivid, and wild.
Sleeping away like an unborn child.
Waking never, only to dream our reality.
For thee is the eye Abraxas uses to see.
In a godlike way, in a dreaming state, set to never wake.
Not in a lifetime of our kind.
Make no mention or pay piece of mind.
For when that day does finally come.
All will be anew and there will be another sleeping one.
One to slumber and dream away.
So reality can exist in the day by day.