Sleep
I yawn and stretch and grab my laptop
My ideas and dreams are just a backdrop
To the 4 or 5 more hours that I got
On this yawn final essay in my in English class
I open up my document
And try to type in something Intelligent
But I'm thinking I could use some caffeine
Or a good few hours to stop and sleep
Cause my mind keeps wandering
And I think about this nightmare
That's been bothering me
Where I'm drowning in my work and responsibilities
It's a waking nightmare that I'm experiencing
But i'm use to my day to day life
I can't complain, it's been alright
Now I'm thinking sleep might be nice
I can do this essay sometime tomorrow
Good night.
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