An addled mind
The dreams won’t let go
Struggles to wake
the battle’s for show
there’s grit in my eyes
and drool on my lips
a crease on my cheeks
and a kink in my hips
I must be alert
For this life I now live
Expectations galore
They take and I give
All work and no play
Or play and no work
The rhythm’s all off
I feel such a dork
The answer is plain
To questions I ask
It must happen now
An ominous task
But do it I shall
by the strength of my will
I should be remembered
For ages until
I lay down beside me
My pillow is soft
Another five minutes
Of dreaming aloft
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