sleep
my old friend
where have you gone?
have you too forsaken me?
do I not deserve some rest?
awake and watching
reading
gaming
thinking
thinking
thinking
no more fruitless dreams
no chance to have and hold
fall into sleep in arms
warmth is missing
a hole burnt with cold
now fixing
but sleep
yet
always tired
tired
thinking
sleep my foe
where did you go?
taking hours
precious time
wasted with dreams
dreams of what
of nothing
of more
guitar strings calling
a tune in my head
too late to strum
land ladies in bed
no love song
no melody
not here
not now
simply put
i guess...
wrong place
wrong time
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