Immersed Foolishly In Insomnia

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When you can't sleep

people tie a label around it

and call it a sickness.

Insomniac is your weakness.

There are different forms of illness

physical is just one.

When your mind cannot quiet

is the insomnia you have obtained.

You never tire of your possessions

and prosperity was never betokened

but it found you anyway.

Your heart is loaded

with all of your worries for the future.

I slip you a sleeping potion of past mentality

so I can watch you reawaken.

Come back from Earth my dear

and let the wealth of the world

be forever forsaken.

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