The sun is coming up.
My eyes have been breathing oxygen since yesterday morning.
Not a drop of sleep in me.
Well maybe a dribble.
Without proper thought, I consumed a beverage to keep me awake at once.
'Twas a not such a good idea at one.
Three door size windows, yet there is minimal light.
The back end of the house is shrouded in natures green.
The party starter.
No, just pine needles and tree sap.
I hope I don't sleep the day away.
What a waste.
But if I sleep now, I'm sure to be late for the lunch date I don't have.
Decisions, decisions.
Sleep, and wake up late?
Or. Don't sleep, and dream regardless.
Birds chirping interrupt my thoughts, my focus shifts to their melody.
Then I wonder for years beyond me.
What could they be saying exactly?
If I could speak animal, I'd probably build Noah's ark.
If I could speak animal, I would ask how they felt about Cecil.
You saw what happen to Steve, and he wasn't killing a thing.
I hope I can see my child's face before my last sunrise.
I don't want much, but things I don't possess would definitely be fine.
I'm talking like money falls from the sky, and even if it did.
I wouldn't be any different.
Idolize paper, and you'll end up covered in soot.
Not a rouse to hide you from Cruella.
Dirty money travels faster.
Yet, it can't buy me a peaceful sleep.
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Sleep Diction
PoetryA collection of things I write. Whenever they come to me. Enjoy. I appreciate any feedback. Welcome it even.
