“THE SLEEPLESS” 21 October 2003

I’m falling in : I’m losing sleep
You went as they came
You left and I went on
I forgot all the names
It doesn’t matter in the end
This dawn breakfast, I’m
Punished by the commuter belt

Sleep is my drug
It’s never enough
So beautiful to be alive and yet
I feel half dead
If feeling is like this
Sometimes I don’t want to feel
A third world child knows :
What is real.

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