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Brain Battle
My racing brain doesn’t stop It is fast, I wonder how long it will last It moves in every direction, Without any clear destination It is past twelve Maybe I will sleep at one Tick tock, tick tock goes the clock My eyes are wide My brain is up and active It says I don’t need rest Why? How can it go twenty four seven? Doesn’t it ever weaken? It is one now, tick-tock goes the clock My brain races hundred miles an hour Pulls up random things from it's deepest core The dream catcher on my bedpost mocks, As the voice in my head talks, Two..., three.., I am up Like a Hawk, I watch as the colours of the night change The eyes are tired from trying to be close all night, The legs are tired from all the walking, The racing brain challenges the fragile body The brain has my brain in a headlock I expect it to wane, to weaken, to loose How wrong was I? Cause, my brain refuses to shut down I beg this of you, Hypnos “I don’t want a healthy eight-hour sleep But an hour, an hour of troubled sleep is enough, Just an hour, I don’t want to be greedy, just an hour, please” I cry as time slips, the clock ticks, it shows six The rooster crows, signalling the close And there, the brain battle breaks With insomnia emerging as the ultimate winner
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