Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sleeper

The undercover asset is a sleeper
A mole, borrowing a respectable burrow
An agent masquerading as a gent

But, over the years under Deep Cover,
Who know what his dreams have been?
Does he still tirelessly await revolution?
Or has he rolled over to the other side?

When the alarm sounds,
Which way will he wake?

Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid