Feeling your eyelids pop open, every time you settle down in bed
Waiting for slumber to overcome you
While hearing the available hours of rest ticking away
Marked by the metronomic melody of the bedside clock
If I could mime myself a lullaby
I would hum the wicked beats of the weary
Forcing myself to achieve a self-hypnotic trance
Disappearing into a blissful aura of night-beach
Where I could dream of being awake
RC 26-6-17
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