When sleep's heaven and waking up 's hell
Black or white — hard to tell
Maybe we need a spell to dispel,
all these feelings of unwell
So why do we need to dwell?
Come, pick up your apparel
Let's climb Eiffel —
Tower, power — compel!
We have a lot to sell,
Don't lock yourself in this cell
Come out of your shell,
Make dreams they never foretell!
Copyright © Paul Henry Manrique | Year Posted 2017