The anxiety of my last dream
Was just too much.
Even though my eyes are sore
And my body tired,
I have decided
That I will remain,
In that Purgatory of sleep
Which I find so pleasant.
Where the mind can wander,
But not far enough to get into any trouble.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
The anxiety of my last dream
Was just too much.
Even though my eyes are sore
And my body tired,
I have decided
That I will remain,
In that Purgatory of sleep
Which I find so pleasant.
Where the mind can wander,
But not far enough to get into any trouble.
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