Sleeping hours are always a few.
A good night's rest is far overdue.
Always tired,
Feeling expired.
At least your life never lacks music.
You modern-day Muzhik.
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Life
PoetryFrom the midnight thoughts of a depressed poet. On what it is like living
Insomnia
Sleeping hours are always a few.
A good night's rest is far overdue.
Always tired,
Feeling expired.
At least your life never lacks music.
You modern-day Muzhik.
