Sat, 03/03/2018 - 00:46 -- puffin

I loathe you,
Thief of waking hours.
Good terms can't be renewed,
With all the time you've devoured.
I want to see, think, and feel;
I want to spend my time pondering what is real.
I could be infinitely productive
If I weren't on this leash.
If you weren't so obstructive,
I wouldn't be aggravated in the least.
But you are persuasive,
Sticking with my closing eyes.
Tonight, I'll let sleep be pervasive;
It's nice to relent from time to time.


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