Razors cut eyes. I’m tired.
Want to write, feel wired.
Memories in head are hired
and new lives acquired.
Sleep! Not yet. Wait. Tired.
Live the dream, reality fired
mind all alive and inspired.
Body dead, sleep desired.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Razors cut eyes. I’m tired.
Want to write, feel wired.
Memories in head are hired
and new lives acquired.
Sleep! Not yet. Wait. Tired.
Live the dream, reality fired
mind all alive and inspired.
Body dead, sleep desired.