as the silence is my sword
and the darkness is my shield
i walk with my eyes closed
through the meadows and the field
of the minds many catacombs
where the exit's always sealed
and i ask myself
why don't i open my eyes
to realize i've been asleep
but my eyelids, like lead,
are covering my eyes, weightily keeping
them closed still
and my blanket of deep sleep continues
until.....
the ALARM RINGS
*
as the light enters my eyes
i feel a familiar chill
of the cold, cool wooden floor
that freezes my feet and wakes my mind
the cold wakes me up
to realize i've been asleep again
*
why did i bother to wake up again,
when the mattress and blanket felt so
good.... and warm.... and drowsy.... and restful.... and
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