What is the reason,
For this eternal wake?
Goodbye good nights sleep,
I must be some kind of freak.
All I do is toss and turn,
Stop moving around this way.
Mind my body as it learns,
Its already the next day.
Because my age,
I can't sleep.
All this rage,
Must be a creep.
This state of mind,
Is mine indeed.
When I wake up,
I must pay heed.
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