Between the Land of Nod and Wakefulness, lay a string of gold; A resting place for how far you’ve come and all that you’ve been told.
Between the Land of Nod and Wakefulness … it seems … there’s a place to rest your head, a place to wander through the night as you slip into your dreams.
You’ll come weary and trembling, and your doubts may rise above your head. Fear not, for many have come before you, so it’s best to listen to what’s been said:
New Beginnings abound and treks on further still; into the Land of Wakefulness, where those dreams come true … through your iron will.
Let the sleeper sleep as there will come a day … that you will welcome them so they’ll never go astray.
Into the Land of Wakefulness is where we’ll find our Home. No one better than the rest. A place where we all once roamed.