Awake
insomnia corrupts my dreaming
leaving waking thoughts and visions
is this all reality?
broken people only wishing?
i have seen the other side
men and women rising up
it is all in your preseption
of a full or empty cup
is a glass not full of water
truely empty as i see
or is it full of another
molecule or entity?
i wont dabble into physics
but the truth i surely know
the reason that i cannot sleep
is the universal flow
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