To wake up takes all my strength,
not to do so, would go to extreme length.
Eyes open, but are dreamy from the night,
morning has come with all its light.
Drag myself from the safety of my bed,
and on to routine I am led.
Senses grow as I walk down the line,
sights seems to be pristine.
But the light around fade,
like the light is darkness made.
Things I see now has no sense,
truth becomes light instead of dense.
So I go back to sleep to see you,
for you are truth, light, joy and escape from blue.
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