Living in my dreams deprives me of my sleep.
Yawning only fills my head with polluted and skewed waves,
And although my eyes are open,
Clarity is nothing short of irrational.
Rarely do my eyes ever close.
It is impossible to identify the "natural laws" held to exist
By those who began the science of sleep.
And although I cannot sleep,
I will not be weak.
Sleep is for the weak.
If it so happens that my mind will drift away,
My body will stay in tact,
In this life
And my past life.
My thoughts will fall
And my eyes will grow dull,
But I will not surrender myself
To the world of dreams,
Where insecurity secures all reality.
I do not want to go through that again.
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