And I sleep with fits of wakefulness
Within this twilight dimness of my mind,
Wanting nothing more than to escape the dark.
For sheep who see me as a sun in their field
I was a rainy day cloud in all actuality

Expecting more than that which is my best-
Then when they see me otherwise, they wonder why.
My polar selves continue to battle within my heart.
Silly boys who will never understand,
That's all they are, all they ever will be

Once again, laying away these hours
In my bed of solitude, wanting nothing less
Than to escape this darkness in my mind,
But I shall have to consent to sleepful fits of wakefulness.

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