ode to the insomniac
tired....eyes barely open.
but still awake
waiting for the moment
yearning for excitement
looking forward to the unknown
things were never meant to be this way
but c'est la vie
unpredictability...what keeps me from decay
where am i going?
not for me to decide...
the seeds are for my sowing
but the rest is up to him
perfect i'm not
but that i realise
noone is...never will be
acceptance is the key
acceptance without compromise
dont get me wrong, i mean
we should all give and take
but not when it involves our principles
or eating cake
with that i end
hoping this gives me something i need
no, not the mocha ice blend
but something real deep
i need to get some sleep
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apologies to all.
