by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer

I stay awake on thoughts I dwell
Oh well
To sleep I’ll go, return I must

Burdened by my waking hell
Oh well
Though waking beauty I do lust

So rain upon me a sleeping spell
Oh well
My dreams I know I cannot trust

While waking I know what I tell
Oh well
Sleep speaks, I hope its words are just

Oh well, oh well, oh well
My bed I shall approach now
Oh well, oh well, oh well
My wake, my sleep shall poach now

Oh well, I bid farewell to life and love
Oh well, sleep I shall and rise above
Oh well…


Comments

  1. I can imagine this to music.

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