Sleep Racing, Daily 41
41,
Sleep’s enemy is the racing mind.
The girl gets caught in judging
Viewing kaleidoscope unkind
He’s better
She’s an idiot
I’m furious
They are malicious
All vicious
Up throughout the night
The girl keeps pain cycling
Love suppressed by might.
Who’s tortured: not idiot or false friend.
The girl becomes a zealot
With no peace to make it end.
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