I am so F-tired
A good night’s sleep is all I crave.
But it is much more than that.
As dreams turn into nightmares
While I strive with a bucket of hope
Turning fantasies into reality.
This new year churns
Another dimension of time.
And it affects me no more
Than it should and as I allow.
I rinse my face again and again
As I escape into ‘morrowland.
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