or the lack of it

My dreams today mirror my life
I recycle through a repetitive set
old faded episodes of that cancelled show
they run, and in the morning I forget

There was a time I imagined greater things
or those moments I wanted to achieve
But realities have since imposed their will
And for the loss of mine I grieve

The want of sleep is hardly there
the need for rest is more
the dreams, they come to wake me up
to remind what lies ahead in store

Yes, I used to dream once upon a time
But then it was a different age
With time that tenderness eroded away
And now all that's left is rage

The End

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