Jun 3
(Cheesy poem written by me in class today)
I find my solace in slumber
The tender embrace of Hypnos
I avoid reality via the machinations of psyche
It's the only escape from father time
When my mind is plagued by that of emotion
I slip to trance far from the material
I am no longer victim to myself
Momentarily, I am tranquil
However, this comfort is temporary
Like all great things
I awaken to the harsh fists of the here
I am caffeinated by tears of the now
And so, I may fuss, and fight, and yell
And I may cry tears to fill a river
Then, like the foolish to lady Lethe
My eyes flutter shut, I am still