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Oct 2013
His days are wasted,
for he isn't even conscious.
Sleep dominates his life,
because it's better than this

He is lost in his mind,
and sometimes late at night,
he opens his drawer of dreams
and hopes to reach them

But he is wasting his days,
sleeping through the best of them,
because he is afraid
they might be the worst of them

*djm
My friend slept until about lunch time today. Get up mate!
Daniel McDougall
Written by
Daniel McDougall  Australia
(Australia)   
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