bed.

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i wake up in my bed
and travel the world
until i watch every sunrises
despite what future holds

i enjoy the rain and
the air that i breathe
i dance all night despite
nothing on my sleeve

i sit and talk to people
and glance at the stars
i find peace by the window
watching this raging war

i have been sleeping in my bed
after i have traveled the world
i have done everything i want
until my body gets cold











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so this is just kind of a repeated story where we wake up everyday... go to school, work or in any busy place! but this poem gives a satisfaction of waking up everyday just to leave the past and travel the word so that when the day ends... we can say to ourselves before we go to bed that we did our best. and we're not regretting any of it. 

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