Sleep is not a friend of mine,
Chasing dreams in an endless line.
Exorcise this curse, divine,
But sleep and dreams entwine like vine.
I close my eyes, yet find no peace,
The restless thoughts will never cease.
My mind creates what eyes can’t see,
A world that will not set me free.
I chase the dawn throughout the night,
Searching for an end in sight.
Yet every dream that I decline
Returns again to cross the line.
Is sleep a gift or a design?
A tangled fate I can’t unwind.
The more I fight, the more I find,
This vine has roots deep in my mind.
So let me wake, let silence speak,
Let me find the rest I seek.
For dreams may call, but now I define
The boundary between their world and mine.
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