Surrendering to sleep,
Is my dream for the day,
Into dreamland I will sweep
Off myself away.
My brain tell me to stop,
The body tattles with sign,
I artificially myself prop,
And vigorously feign.
Till no more of it can,
And the time is here,
Let there be no plan
And, into void disappear.
Sunday Scribblings
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