Repetitious...
Repetitious...
Simple plan to sleep
My rest-full face, I can't seem to keep
Eyes stare into time, never finding interest for more than a moment eternal
So, with blurred eyes, I write again in my digital journal
Another page & time
Another set of words that seem to rhyme
For what, I couldn't tell
It pulls my focus as what I wonder continues to wander, leaving only a tired shell
I haven't had a dream in months, though nightmares plenty all the while
When eyes close, it's almost as if every thought knows, & all begin to smile
Such a dreadful feeling, though only remembered as such
As I begin again, to wake, till then, the bad isn't so much
Still, a racing mind leaves s no doubt for what can always be
It seems in dreams, they always end up about everything, other than me
For what, I can't say
My eyes & mind seem to go different directions, both manage to stray
It's...fun...sometimes...
Like listening to different wind chimes...
The tone known, the outcome still different by the seconds that play
Mystery only for a moment, forever finding new things to imagine with every sway...
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