I lie awake wondering
Concocting dreamscapes and fantasies
They are not real, but I take to them anyways
I float away from reality, drift into the abyss
Everytime they leave me, things feel amiss
I grow impatient for their arrival, twisting my wrists
Too soon to grow comfortable
Too late to be missed
The waves crescendo then halt
Not taking my bait
Never soon enough, shall I reach my fate
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