sourlemone
Bluelighter
O 'twould be wondrous to be set free
aaTo fall asleep with a pen at hand
aaThe world of dreams a late night marching band
Playing nothing but a tired, soulless reverie
Insomnia, the scourge of the artist trying to be
aaA thinker, streaming consciously til the early morn
aaA poet, waxing lyrically and waiting for dawn
The first honeydew golden rays roll over the sea
aaa- to meet tired eyes, rise and take He
He who is the visionary, mind and sight
He who shines the beacon to light the night
He who can only but struggle and fight
aaa- to escape, to sleep, perchance end his plight
aaaif the mind is but a stage,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand sleep its curtain
aaathe actors play on,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand nothing is certain.
edit: thanks onetwothreefour!
aaTo fall asleep with a pen at hand
aaThe world of dreams a late night marching band
Playing nothing but a tired, soulless reverie
Insomnia, the scourge of the artist trying to be
aaA thinker, streaming consciously til the early morn
aaA poet, waxing lyrically and waiting for dawn
The first honeydew golden rays roll over the sea
aaa- to meet tired eyes, rise and take He
He who is the visionary, mind and sight
He who shines the beacon to light the night
He who can only but struggle and fight
aaa- to escape, to sleep, perchance end his plight
aaaif the mind is but a stage,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand sleep its curtain
aaathe actors play on,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand nothing is certain.
edit: thanks onetwothreefour!
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