Is there a worse time?
When sleep releases you
From his grasp sublime,
Where images subdue?
I believe it to truly be
The most hated moment,
A loving slumber does flee,
Care free currency is spent.
Reality pours troubled
Thoughts of daily strife,
Clustered together, huddled,
Within a persons life.
Toil for moneys allure;
For errands to run;
Disease love to cure;
All before the rise of the sun.
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