Deprived of sleep

Recently I haven't had much sleep. For example, getting to sleep at 1.30 at the earliest, waking up at 6.2o. It's horrible.

I'm going to attempt to enter that land that we crave,                                         

and yet fight against so hard,                                                                                  

that lets our imagination run wild,                                                                                      

and yet stifles our responsibility and sensibility.                                                            

I shall approach this land                                                                  

and value its blooms and pleasures,

and yet fear its gnarled claws and gasping nightmares.

The End

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