Sleep comes to me in pieces.
Big dreams on hold, I bluff.
Still eat and have good feces.
Money, there just never is enough.
I’m awake at 4 in the morning.
And I am typing out this line.
Once more sleep I am imploring.
Will find me feeling fine.
Life
Sleep comes to me in pieces.
Big dreams on hold, I bluff.
Still eat and have good feces.
Money, there just never is enough.
I’m awake at 4 in the morning.
And I am typing out this line.
Once more sleep I am imploring.
Will find me feeling fine.
Dennis Mantin 