Sleepiness

Slowly, eyelids become heavy,

Muscles began to relax,

We succumb to the call of sleep,

And drift off to another land,

Our souls exit our bodies,

Living only an empty man.

 

Where does the soul go, they ask?

Well, to any place it wishes to be,

Tokyo, London, New York, you see,

Places where the soul can be free.

 

When will it return then, they ask?

When it is time, my dear,

When the moon and the sun,

Sing a melody, that you can hear.

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