Sleep Walking
Somnambulism
Is kind of an art
Of walking through
A memory lane
In the middle of night
Waking up in sleep
Eyes shut stepping with so confidence
Walking in a memory lane
Conscious laid to rest
Yet steps so straight
To the door comfortably made
If not an art, why so perfect
Only the gifted have tempted
It is no sport for everyone
So difficult for one to understand
So is the artist who even does it
Sometimes maybe nature
Just thinking it could be -
To control it I should learn
To fight when it becomes too dangerous
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