This week has gone by.
It has left me behind,
And I am just as weak as it was.
I want to climb into
Grocery baskets and have
Someone, Anyone
Push me along
And make up
Ridiculous songs while
I pretend to sleep.
My soul is an insomniac
So even when my body
Goes back to a resting state
With it's big black eyes,
My soul, it lies awake.
It listens to your every word
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