As soon as I fall fast asleep,
I wake up the next morning.
The whole night gone in the blink of an eye,
as the new day is dawning.
I do my dreaming in the day,
since they don't come at night.
I forge brand new realities,
where my dreams can take flight.
They say that I can't concentrate,
when they see me drifting off,
but my imagination helps me,
think outside the box.
I get such wild ideas,
the tangents I could take...
I just wish they would come at night,
to give my mind a break.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
As soon as I fall fast asleep,
I wake up the next morning.
The whole night gone in the blink of an eye,
as the new day is dawning.
I do my dreaming in the day,
since they don't come at night.
I forge brand new realities,
where my dreams can take flight.
They say that I can't concentrate,
when they see me drifting off,
but my imagination helps me,
think outside the box.
I get such wild ideas,
the tangents I could take...
I just wish they would come at night,
to give my mind a break.
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