* tired *
All the past sketches
Of mistakes from long ago
In thoughts are parading
Keep scurrying back and fro
All of sleep's angels
Cannot lay these demons down
Morning will find me snarling
Better nature gone to ground
All the simple things complicated
All the complex beyond my knowing
A day of numbing work lays ahead
And the troubles of yesteryear
Clogging up my head
Dilemmas of today stalk me
And sleep a desperate dream
As sand through fingers escapes
The day grows longer than my hope.
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