The sheets create a cocoon around my sallow frame
Where I find myself encased in a state of pure boredom
Yet sinking deeper and deeper into my restless slumber
Dreams inevitably become equally as boring as my reality
Sometimes I wish I could have my mind altered
Or controlled to make dreams sweeter
But for now I'll continue this courtship with my jaded chamber
Longing for a mystical change
Or searching for a musical charmer
Lest he came at a more perfect time
I'd tip my hat to you all
Who calmly carried on with your harmless banter
-bw
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