My thoughts of mind spin their own time
of streaming verse of long line after line.
All hours of night, without distraction of day,
they unfold their fancy, carrying my dreams away.
Sleep means nothing to these lumbering quandaries,
trampling my peace and the good night's sleep.
They engulf me completely, ignoring all boundaries,
stealing my rest while making my spirit feel weak.
They search for rhymes and rhythms in time,
as if no other way could be seen,
to express the thoughts locked deep inside,
and night was the only time to be free.
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