Wish it were as easy…

Wish it were as easy as it looks

to sleep in your bed and

not dream or worry,

contemplate or feel sorry.

The aftermath of longing isn’t always

the morning sun, but insomnia.

In a city where

noise drowns out the crickets

and dew drops are askew

knowledge may give us all the power,

but it doesn’t help renew

the prescription for our reality-

A pill to sleep, a pill to wake,

a pill to help remake

a long night

and a longer day ahead.

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