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But homework won't be put aside.
Until I reach the morning light,
Which wakes my friends and makes me blind.
My eyes are red and full of sleep.
Yet my thoughts race through poetry.
Short stories, essays, they just won't keep.
No matter how I try to sleep.
If only once the stars came out;
A spell of wakeless dreams came round.
I'd dance and read, work, relax as dreams allow
Without the ticking clock sounds.
The irony I often see,Is that I feel most awake when I dream.