Yes, I was craving for my bed for my pillow,
To heave my head with the heaving billow,
But look it's 4 am already, I'm still awake,
My Eyes, burn ... My legs, shake
But the Brain rejects the idea of a break.
So a few deep whiffs, I take.
And Ponder a question "why?"
Can't lie, I know the reason ....Can't cry!
A war between the soul and the head,
Things that transpire and words unsaid,
A war between "I'm" and "I could have been".
Lovely Distractions and Sacred path of sin.
War of understandings with the group of notion,
With weapons of ideas and nukes of emotion.
These tight-lipped crusades I fight,
Every Night, I scream voicelessly... Alright.
Alright, I can do it or at least I'll try furthermore,
I'll close my eyes and count to eighty-four...
I'm counting and counting without a mistake,
But look it's 4 am already, I'm still awake.
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