Sleepy


I’m counting sheep because there’s nothing for me to do,
Except watch repeats on TV of nothing new.
It’s the same old ****, but I still watch all of it,
Between the fifteen million adverts I’m forced to see.


Dreams are made of memories,
Premonitions and science fiction,
Fantasies and broken thoughts;
All the things you have been taught.


Arguments and contradictions,
Lies, deceit, truth, corruption.
Crazy thoughts inside my head.
Goodbye now, I’m tired, let me lay down to rest.


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