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Wakeful

The night is endless the pupils of his eyes
are alert and free of sleep, will he make it through the night?
A brain without brakes, first gear not of any help,
restless wandering through childhood, where did it
all go so wrong?
The future is now tomorrow is an incident a lack of meaning
and only leads to another tomorrow.
A swarm of butterflies in the glade he was one of them
promises not kept and now he is the only one left
the dell has turned into a housing estate built for the poor
for those who have no choice.
Butterflies so pretty have turned into a moth fly now
you are alone in the darkest of nights, consciousness 
is harmful and brings no sleep.

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