I can't sleep

Is it that I am scared to dream

Let my little bubble cloud to spread

Opening the book to the unreal world

Pouring out unneccesary knowledge

I yawn with such ease

My mouth spreads like butter

I stretch like sticky gum

I stare at these cream walls

There suffocating my existence

Crowded I am

But yet still tired

Turn on the charade of a symphony

Riverly flows threw my ear

Lean my face against a pile of soft feathers

Gently i caress myself in a soft sung lullaby

Only to be awakened

To a yellow swirl day

Author's Notes/Comments: 

man they didnt have tired....
thats basically wat this poem is about

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