Ain’t got the strength
To blow these blues away
Worth no money
Got no food
This mind state set
With no wants but you.
Just before he sleeps abed
He sings the tunes played in his head
These minute rhymes and dainty songs
Are his to sing, to hum alone
As noises all about are blocked
The sounds heard here are safely locked
Within the passages of his mind
And so they stay: Regressed in time.
The Gods have awoken
and they are smiling!
Not at you
but – for sakes scream – with you!
And you Whoop!
For now is the real time
Got to sleep I so tired – got to
close my sleepy eyes try to shut
down rest now lay down get some
night right on my side
Every heavy blink I fight seconds
eat away this night fighting
morning time from bright light
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