It's time to sleep, but I can't.
I wait for yawning strike,
Turned a waste of time.
My body still on my bed,
As my mind wants to sleep
But my soul was vex,
Roaming around, flying away,
Going everywhere beyond.
Sigh, my eyes turns left,
Notice the sounds of a tick of a clock.
Awkward, darkness wrap around.
Shadow is what I saw,
Curtain near on my bed,
A slash of lights that gleam
Came from the outside that gives reflections
And staring at me.
Though still waiting to be sleepy,
There's one thing that reminds me,
I don't belong!
I don't belong!
Isolato I never own.
I'm waiting to get back,
to move forward
and so fulfill my call
A culling fate for me from above.
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