In your dreams!
Pillow is therapy, blanket is comfort, The night is a lullaby while other's only hear the clock ticking before their alarm hits. The slight buzzing of the fan, The questions repeat within, Why? Who? Where? Why should You get up? Who are you trying to keep close? Where is the motivation? None of these questions need to be answered and yet they sting. Your mind can be manipulated into what you want. The only control you have is what you close your eyes and lay down to what you awake to. Your past self has no need to be this anxious, For the future self is what you love more than anything. Every year of birth is another step to bliss. You could fly, You could own that business that home that family, But dawn is your enemy because the control is gone. Your mind is no longer a lovely cloud of perfection, Oh dear. You have to get up and to what avail? Why to make your past self less able to come back. But how can one run away from one's self ? Oh my how uncivilized... Do you think this is the best course for you? Do you really want to go back to the basics?
Flies swarm your flesh yet you're not decade? Why does it feel as though the vulture's are circling? But when the night comes again you get to be in control! Is it not exciting? The world you can create that no virtual or book could ever comprehend? It's not the best solution but it is one to an extent. How fun the lightness of the feet the fever of the thrill, No questions, No treasure to find just listen to the uncanny feeling of how you don't need the output of the outside! You alone doesn't have to be alone! You friendless and unloved can now be in the loop of a friend group and now married! You no family needed is now needed by a family! Your opinion matters now! No one cuts you off, No one needs finical gains to be around you! The very existence of who you are is no longer a replant for the other's on earth.
You self doubting and cold can so catch a break, You don't need to relate to them because they only care about the here and now! You can break cycles by never letting them be! The amount of control is too hard to even think of giving up, But yet you must or your other way of life will cease and you bed time will be chosen for you. Only night is when you can feel alive, While not moving a single muscle. You're a secret, You're a whisper, You're nothing and everything. You can get that world back, But is it worth it? No, Yes, Maybe. Is it selfish? From who? I don't know. Why? No idea, where? Bed!
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