Sleeping Awake Poem by Esther Asiimwe

Sleeping Awake

Good and awful days
Both come and go
Days when I dream and create
Days when I struggle to know the day
Days when all I can do is sing
Days when I all I want to do is forget
Days when the brain like a machine rolls on
Days when am both awake and asleep
Take in each day as it comes
Sleeping or awake, all are days!

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Days are different, yet you have to live them the way they come
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