When you sleep for 12 hours
You wake like a KING
Solutions to problems
At your finger tips
Sorrow and regret, dried tears on your cheek
Evaporated and forgotten
Illness that crawled on your skin
Weak, defeated, retreated
The darkness that haunted
Cracked open to reveal the light
Senses once over exposed
Again pure, delicate, alive
Is this a dream, is this an illusion?
After the slightest of moments?
Sleepless, sleepless, sleep, sleep.