Wake up
Sleep is the enemy
It feels good
You need it to survive
But only when you are awake
Does the world turn
A comfortable bed
Makes a weak man
"Sleep comes like a drug in God's country"
From fatigue or boredom?
Either one
Does not suit me
Let me be free
If that is what love is
I will let you have it
While you sleep
I will live
Saturday, January 21, 2006
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I'm enjoying the poems.
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