the clock sleeps
time stops
i am the one they call different
i have slept throughout my entire life
but i was due to wake up last year
snoring sounds of sorrow
i stand for all that is lazy
i am the protector of my dreams
i am the sloth flopped over on a tree
i am the pennies resting in the jar
i am the dusty coat in the closet
i am the yawning pen
i am the book holding up the couch
i am the light that wont shine
i am the last lovebird
i am the lonely
so here i am
in this room
sleeping
until
kingdom comes
because
i am... The Dreams
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I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, amazing. Love it.