A gentle breze from a dusty fan
periodic sounds of a tic and a tac
My brain is numb, without a spark
Sleepy head, sleepy mind
Erratic data from blury thoughts
Dazed memories, confused grow
state of limbo, of tic and tac
Sleepy head, sleepy mind
Sublime mumbles of someone out
Buzz around, up and down
Nothing has a shape, everything is blind
Sleepy head, sleepy mind
But then the puzzle seems clear now
Its moment is gone, that state is past
Sleepy stops, awake arrives
and fully conscious my head turns mind
SDIH (2007)
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