Another night when sleep evades her
Another night when peace betrays her
A few minutes ago she would've drifted into slumber
A few minutes later, though, resting is a task of labour
She may be exhausted one night, excited the other
But sleep visits rarely, just like a perfect weather
The trouble is causes her cannot be explained
She's lucky to have her sanity retained
Brilliant ideas zoom about like fire-flies
But she can't capture them from where she lies
Repentance is then all that remains
For all those goals she never attains
Yet, she's hopeful of every single moment
For the one precious gift that it might present
The power to set her talents in motion
Helping her achieve everyday salvation
Till then, her desires will silently scream
As she drifts through every meaningless dream
Till then, the bed is a slab of burning coal
As, once again, she strangles the voices of her soul
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