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Another night looms and the morning nears,

will i wake up with amnesia or remember fears?

of the images and wishes i make up in my sleep,

the dreams become my voicemail, leave your wish after the beep...

no more counting sheep, my mind won't allow

me to have a sounds night sleep somehow,

i wonder how i could have made things change,

then in bright big lights i think the word CHANGE,

it's strange that my mind allows the time to rhyme,

when it only seems to be stuck on a few all the time,

what's mine? my writing, my love, my music,

if i share any with you it's cause i choose it,

sorry to lose it, but it's a simple act,

of being there to rub your friends back,

an act you forgot with me for some reason,

it may be th same Summer but it's not the same season.