Sleep, Surrender

Written February 21, 2010

The day time is on my side,
is one where I have nothing to fill it.
Minutes pass slowly.
Is this a dream?
Nothing feels real today.

I have obligations
I am unable
to fulfill.
This crawling time
would be enough
if I knew
what to do.

But if I did,
chances are life would resume.
Minutes are sixty seconds,
and I would run out too soon.
That’s reality.
But today,
is today a dream?

Because I can’t believe
that I’ve—
surrendered.

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