Sleep is for the fucking weak
Plaguing curse of reddest sea
Nothing really comes of sleep
But a stream of endless dreams

I spent too much time sleeping
As I dreamed away the days
Tired of fucking dreaming
Want to spend my time awake

Want to live for here and now
Want to take life as it comes
No more wasted time on how
Time is here to get things done

From smallest forgettable tasks
To endeavors I am to achieve
Being tired will now live only in my past
In the art of sleep I no longer believe

But, alas my eyes are tired
The night air is so cold now
Though this is not desired
Forgive me as I lay down

Sleep is for the fucking weak
Plaguing curse of reddest sea
Nothing really comes of sleep
But a stream of endless dreams

- 12/18/07

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