it's so full of empty promises
of tomorrows that are better than yesterday
of a fresh breath brought by a new day
sleep traps moments, distorts reality
replacing it with carefully distorted memories
my eyes are dried out
i can't bear to sleep
the window's been open all night
i'm still pushing it
endless cascades of rain cool the air
and all i can think is, how can it be fair
that in a life already too fleeting
we're condemned to spend half of it sleeping
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