the insomniac.
moving on:
it's getting late.
the hours waxing, the minutes waning.
and all i said a day ago
for what it's worth, i'm just complaining.
all spelled out
but harder to read.
my mind is foggy, vision blurred
problem solved
advice unheard.
a moment's notice
show and tell
nothing here that you can see
don't even try
it's not real, it's not just me.
it's 2 am, you're waking up
half the world away
i love the forest for the leaves
on the ground
not in the trees.
it's getting late.
the hours waxing, the minutes waning.
and all i said a day ago
for what it's worth, i'm just complaining.
all spelled out
but harder to read.
my mind is foggy, vision blurred
problem solved
advice unheard.
a moment's notice
show and tell
nothing here that you can see
don't even try
it's not real, it's not just me.
it's 2 am, you're waking up
half the world away
i love the forest for the leaves
on the ground
not in the trees.
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