I need sleep but slumber is too, too far,
Shaking off the dreams that are taking me
Somewhere I know where sweetness and rest are,
A paradise awaits with stars of glee.
But will I find peace, or must I wander
To the place nobody has searched for.
Even if peace awaits, will it plunder?
As what I search for belongs to before.
What if I fail and lose all consciousness?
Striving deep down under the tree of life.
Then will rest and joy lead to consequence?
At the cost of my body to a knife.
I guess it's time for a quote on the matter:
"live now, worry later"
A sonnet from the distant past.
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Stay Oblivious, Be Oblivious
الشعرOblivion The unknown we all don't want to think about But truly we all fear it It is only when people disappear That they realise Obliviousness is not the end.
