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Sleep


Since I was a child

I could hardly ever sleep

I tossed and turned

Rolled and curved

But still I had no peace

The sun would go down

And up again

Hours would pass by

I’d sing a song

Or twiddle my thumbs

Just for time to fly

I longed and longed

To finally rest

As I stared up into space

My eyes would close

My breathing would steady

Yet my mind remained awake

I dreamed to dream

And stray from my mind

But reality had killed my hope

I’d favor a nightmare

Maybe even two

Instead of this endless mope

I envied those

That could easily rest

Their worries seemed so subtle

And then there’s the fools

That choose to stay stirred

They know nothing of my struggle

I counted sheep

I counted time

My hours descended fast

But morning would come

And come it did

Still I could not surpass

I’d leave my bed

In sorry defeat

Then go on throughout my day

The sky was bright

And the birds were rife

My day was a sparkling gray

I constantly grew tired

And tired of being tired

This restless cycle was haunting

Though my life would go on

Yawn after yawn

Everything seemed exhausting

 
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