My eyelids feel the weight of many hours researching and writing, reading and listening, and many more thoughts and duties. Tomorrow will be the same, only worse.
The clock ticks over to eleven
And curtains fall on another day,
Lights still on in their eyes
Even though the show
Had come to an end.
Lethargic bodies sank further
At every passing minute,
Eager for the bliss of nearby dreams;
Yet, they’re found stuck
In a world of light
Unable to catch their breath,
Inflicted with a desire for wakefulness,
And conflicted by the need for rest.
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