Monday, November 21, 2011

Prisoner of wakefulness

Lightning strikes again
I cannot sleep
I toss and turn about aimlessly
losing the connection of me
I am lost, but really found
under the covers
No one knows the magic
and where secrets hover
Maybe some warm milk
or perhaps jogging the mind
Where did I misplace my memento
that causes the bind
Listening to the wind
I pick up translucent clues
I discover the hidden trick
chasing away sleepless blues

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