I wake up each day
With great expectations
I really can't say
Without hesitations
What makes me okay
It's imaginations
Of wanting to stay
In my own creations
But when the day's done
It's always the same
It wasn't much fun
It's a stupid game
I play it so much
It's become routine
Else I would lose touch
And become insane
It's like a disease
Like a malady
But it helps to ease
My reality
I don't like to work
Or go without sleep
Sometimes it's absurd
The hours I keep
But I do what I can
To make ends meet
I do have a plan
To get on my feet
It's an illusion
Just a pipe dream
Unwelcome intrusion
That makes it seem
Like nothing is real
It's ALL just a dream
Sometimes I just feel
Like life's a big scheme
But then I take rest
And wake up anew
That's when I feel best
I'm not feeling blue
I've dreamed all my dreams
And sorted it out
Somehow I release
What I'm worried about
It's a big cycle
That never does end
When life becomes frightful
Then sleep is my friend
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