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O Sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weight my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?...
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch
A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?...
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose?
Be what you would seem to be-
or, if you'd like it put more simply-
never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than
what it might appear to others that what you
were or might have been was not
otherwise than what you had been,
would have appeared to them
to be otherwise.
Please Lord, make this anguish cease,
Fill me with Your calming peace,
The type we find throughout Your Word,
I seek the freedom of a bird in mid-flight.
Help me to keep you in my sight, ever following
Your holy light.
Lift this fog from off my mind, there's no telling what
I may find. Inspire me in my life's deeds, from the garden
of my mind, please pluck all the weeds, to keep
my mind focused and clear, I know Your love is always near.
All day I can't think of what to do with myself
All night I can't think of what to do with myself
Do good, do bad, do what you know makes you glad
Do good, do bad, poor idea if it makes you sad.
Look outside you're "little world" Take some time
Imagine someone elses World. The one you think is slime.
When insight hits you, the harder it hits the better for you
The pain of this strike is well for you in many a way.
I pray that I get struck by insight every day.
Can't break through
Loved by you
Teased like a ball of yarn is teased by a kitten by you.
Please let me know or let me go.
Batting me around like a ball of snow.
I must break through.
I feel like an empty writer.
The writing dead. A freak.
Nothing but the migrations of the human soul tonight.
I'm on my own
I've been on my own since I was born
Once born I struggled to breath the air
When dying I'll struggle to stop
It will feel like someone's sitting atop my chest
Until I die I will do my best
To live my life to the fullest
Death will just be the punctuation of my life
After my life I will be put to rest
No more love, no more strife
Horizontally, I'll be planted
A prayer will be chanted
No more vertical living
Nutrients to the ground I'll be giving.
Passing on....memeto mori...
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