Tired

Tired

Tired is the mind
When sunset arise
And oh goodness it’s time!
For the end of the night
When dreams come alive
Shining and bright
And in the eves of your mind
Memories are derived
To be thought on and remarked on
And added to and reused
The Dreams of the night
Rethinking on your life
To give you a path, an
Amusement in your sleep
So that when you awaken
You want back to your
Keep, so you live through
The day, laughing and
Serene, to come back
To your bed, at ease
And asleep.

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