I love it, but never seem to want it.
When it's time to sleep I want to stay awake.
I wake up and long for more slumber.
A never ending dilemma I clearly don't want to end.
Sleep, healer of the mind, body and soul.
Mr Sandman brings dreams sprinkled like sand. No regard.
Wake up in a sweat from an illusion that feels so real.
Heart pumping blood, real blood.
Sleep is my muse, my heart, my flame.
Dreams are my fuse, my art, from my brain.
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