A story of a rhythm,
Circadian it'd been named,
Hellish is life hymn,
If you not follow 'em...
But what of my paradigm?
Of my own rhythm,
Sleep, you call 'em,
Dead for moments…
I hold thee to live,
For I can't embrace death,
Even for moments [that] I have,
If only moments I had...
I sleep not when I should,
I wake not, but I [think I] would,
Hopefully would,
Since, if not, I'm screwed…
An untimely time,
It's not that I don't mind,
Sometime, I fly with rhyme,
There's a problem with my paradigm…
Untie the knot,
Let free what is not,
Remember me of what I forgot,
Wake me if I'm not...
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