My world constrained
Or opened up, for
Sleep confines
My broken luck.
Gazing dry,
A sitting duck.
My body free:
Out, it plucks.
Inhibits, releases; the limits it reaches.
Waking, it leeches; my mind, I keep it.
Free I feel
To escape this world
But a hindrance long
Keeps me still.
No bed to lay,
No foe to slay,
I want to sleep
Please end this day.
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