We work and sleep and eat and breathe

Monotonous work, dull sleep, tasteless foods, stale air.

No originality. No new ideas.

Imagine that world.
Where everything was forever recycled.

instead of monotonous work, work for what you love

instead of dull sleep, dream of adventures.

instead of tasteless food, create new inventions

And instead of stale air, take a deep breath of originality and... Write.

When kids pop more pills than balloons
at a fair, take more rips from bongs
than Beyblades, shake hands with *****
dollars and plastic bags, steal more money
than hearts, are in more mugshots than family
photos, **** more than war, sell more ****
than lemonade, read more billboards than books,
go through more girlfriends than socks in a week,
text more than they write, inject more ******
than flu vaccinations, drink more beer than fruit punch,
put their lips around more pipes than Popsicles,
and die more than live;
then we'll know we've failed them.

Sleep
   Is gripping at the fringes of her mind.
         Calling her
    Into the black velvet blanket of
                         Unconsciousness...

Beckoning her
                         in an almost sensual way
     She
       Resists,
            Pushes,
                Sighs.
     And gives in. Gives in to the melting sensation, the state of rest.

As time stands still...
                                       movement stops.
As little pictures play inside her head,
          Telling her...
Sleep
          is
               on
                     its
                                    way