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All I need, is to be supine
A little more sleep
A little less sunshine
Less reasons to weep

Give me a pillow,
That I may rest my head
And that dreams follow
As I meet my bed

And kiss and wave good night,
To the myriad aches of the day
Tomorrow’s morning, another fight
As I navigate the stars along the way

Give me the blessing
Of Morpheus’ lute
Forgetfulness of worries pressing
To press the button ‘mute’

What rites must I enact
What rituals to follow
Sleep, some sleep to attract
As I lie here, hollow…