I woke up at three, with a sore throat.
Took some homeopathic pills.
I couldn't sleep until I woke up.
The heat was overkill.
I feel OK - but should I rest up?
Or go super! Overboard!
Even when Ma was awake - she snored.
I heard music, in the distance,
Could it be from Flakasand?
All the outlaws from the old days
Are outdated or outgunned.
All the forests have been cut down
All the deserts uilt for games.
The wild the wild the wild west - is tamed.
I tossed and turned - somewhat sleepless
Couldn't tell thoughts from dreams.
If I'd have heard screams I wouldn't have run out.
My dreams don't seem so fun now.
Illusions that sparkled seem run down.
But there can only be one king.
And I wear only one crown...
The night passed, to a new day
A smirk lurks, on a cool face
In a quite calm, but a cruel place
And we do move, at a new pace.
In our canoes or boots or shoelace,
Our teeth turned white by toothpaste,
The savory victories we do taste,
Form our buds, we crave for more.
We don't want to be a vacant bore.
Forsake lore or taken by the tides of time.
We want to be: Sublime.
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