Go to sleep now.
I cannot find the words anymore.
The thought is almost scary.
I understand that I am tired.
But my mind speeds ahead of time.
I am racing the world in my head.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Full far fathom thy father lies.
And son be raised high in the skies.
For words to make sense, I have to know.
I have to be sure of what I say.
And now, right this moment, all I know
is that I must sleep the night away.
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