So what do  we do when all is left are figurines 

                gifted in the unholiest manners

        and the crusties in my eyes when I awake 

                        are no longer there

             since sleep is a distant memory

            In all the tide's up and lows

                  Suddenly a day; 

                 a sparkly-eyed realist in

 among your days full of imaginations,

with an unusually magnetic personality

           drawn from absolutely nothing 

but the reality that life goes on.

                                  And

In the polarization of souls in which 

able to find the joy in little things

 around the universe,

                                that's all.