I do it for the love of sleep
I run myself aground for the promise
Of eight unbroken hours
In my sanctuary
My bed
I sleep cocooned in the comforter
Of knowledge of days off and late sleep
I wake reluctant to rise
And quick to fall again into oblivion
I spent too many years forcing my eyes open
For tests and quizzes and facts
I can barely remember
Now nothing stands in the way of my sleep
I grind for myself
And rest when I must
Because I've earned the right
To show my love with contented snores
And no one can stop me
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