Ceiling bumps
Ceiling bumps
Scratches and cracks
Listening to favourite
Old tracks
Sleep should come
but on waking goes
Mind wandering
itchy toes
Will sleep come?
Imminently
Waking?
Intermittently
Time flies
in early hours
Faster then
than growing flowers
Mind can rest
we have the power
to relax, float down steam
It's not me, it's our.
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