While you were awake
Silence and stillness reigns
Glary lights all mundane
And wonder what to make
Of one still up in chain
Hooked up to the four-cornered
Machine.
Days come and go
The clock in motion
Everyone picking up toils to do
Except for one immobile and
Motionless too, if steered up
A commotion for you.
Drag those physical features
Hard working young brain
Struck a measure to find a treasure
Ere you'll stay awake and none to speak
While silence and stillness reigns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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