Sleep

The daily cycle, 

The Monotonous grind,

The constant desire just to unwind.


When everything but that occupies your thoughts,

Life is but a burden,

Of that I am sure.


Whether you remember or not,

It's release is so sweet,

Not once more,

But a twenty four hour repeat.

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