Insomniac
In the darkness
Nothing but a ticking clock
So many looping thoughts
Oh, to quiet my shaking
Many moments sitting here spinning
Not all of them have happened yet
It’s just below reality, lingering
Always a breath away from forever
Come to me dreamer, pull me under.
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