My battery is running low
My limbs are made of lead
All my limbs feel heavy
And my mind isn’t ready
Thoughts are running through
My over-active mind
All my thoughts run rampant
Dancing behind my eyes
My mind is restless
As I lay in my bed
Never-ending, unceasing
Thoughts running through my head
Thoughts now drift to dreams
As I unknowingly, unwillingly
Have drifted off to sleep
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