The brain comfortably asleep
Eyes struggling to appear open and sincere
But is intellectualism really for me?
There comes the call of sweet slumber
An image of comfort, easing agony.
The toil is ending after a hard days’' work
Oh Heavenly sleep come to me.
The devil is blocking my dream
An eyelid's weight weighing me down
Utopia just a blink away
Then there are those, ignorant of this
blessing
Don’t appreciate what is given freely
They lie awake, insomniacs all night
While I'm a somnambulist in broad daylight
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