Nighttime is the Devil's playground
Where I am expected to rest
But I find no peace
Instead my mind is mush
And it wanders
To places and problems
And unsolvable puzzles that don't exist in daytime
But chase me as I lie there
Watching the clock
The numbers stand still
When you want them to run
I wake up and get up and life travels through my head like old movies
Imaginary caffeine fuel my thoughts
Blood red eyes beg for sleep
But it never comes
Light peeks through the curtains
Life is calling
Thank You, Gallo
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