When the day has gone so well
When there's something undone
When i just want to stay up to see the rising sun
When the time flies in waste
When i ignore what to do
When the sleep seems too sweet, that it's keeping me sane
When the dreams pull me in
When i hasten to quell, the radio or alarm which i know all too well
When fatigue seems to have me
When my eyes doth protest
When the warmth of my covers seem to feel the absolute best
When events of that day strike fear, boredom, or dread
When i want to be there but i'm held to my bed
Unconscious rules reason, especially these times
A two-headed creature, devious and divine


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