the world is moving very slowly
waves of comfort protect me from
pain
when people talk it's like
"blah, blah, blah"
my eye lids weigh 1000 pounds-
i reach for the cup again
there's a bond between my bed and
me
a dopey grin stretches my lips
my brain is playing the sweetest
lullaby
i can't hold a decent conversation-
yet i take another sip
a waking feeling is sinking in
i panic-my day is getting too damned
bright
my nerve endings are coming back full
blast
a moment of clarity
an obvious solution
time to bid the world goodnight
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