I'm an insomniac
I'm an insomniacI can't sleep with all these words stuck in my head,
this place a prison, not a bed.
These thoughts take up my day,
take up my night,
this is my curse, my gift, my plight.
To never sleep, but to speak, suchs words of grace and beauty.
Or to lay to rest, say no more;
stop being me, yours truly.
These thoughts they race a thousand miles,
Then a thousand more,
They search,
They delve; explore.
Deep into my mind, and right on top the surface,
intertwining and dividing, till I speak them all.
Then perhaps I'll rest.
Until another day, when these words,
put my mind back to the test.
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