And each morning she wakes With a dream to describe Something lovely that bloomed From her beautiful mind I said “I’ll trade you one For two nightmares of mine I have some where I die I have some where we all die”
“ I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.
