My eyes are wide shut whilst my spirit is still awakeI cannot sleep, I’d rather prefer writingWords are dancing in my headNo purpose on restingRimes are growing insteadIt’s useless fighting I hear voices, screams and despairI see children playing in the parkMy imagination takes me everywherePirates, cowboys, trees and birdsI try to reach the oldLire la suite « Insomnia »

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