In the quiet hush, sleep's voice draws near, A melodic whisper, tender and clear.
"You need me," it murmurs, a soothing call, Yet confusion lingers, a dilemma's thrall.
Should she yield, in dreams find reprieve, Or resist the slumber, choose not to leave?
Success, a demanding voice, bold and stern, "It's either him or me," it seems to discern.
In the echoing corridors of indecision's track, She stands, torn between rest and success's knack.
- Ayesha Mohanut.
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The Meanings of Life
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