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Sleep is the joyIn which I have foundEqual footingOn unequal ground
I’ve turned the lightFor the last time tonight
it’s the final year
the year that opens doors
doors that have never been unlocked before
the past is the past
but what happened in the past now outlines the future
it’ll soon be the future
I feel I am still asleep
as I walk these white washed halls,
wishing the summer I could keep,
wishing I wasn't here at all.
With summer's end brings the books,
the homework, the restless nights,
Why live solely by the bible,
When it fills you full of hate.
You'll only destroy,
No ability to create.
Endless sleepless nights,
Questioning beliefs,
But you have to keep your head down,
