As I lay asleep on my bed
Motionless, unsuspecting
A beam of light
Comes through the window
It carries off with it
A part that is yet awake
And shines on words
In books undisturbed
On words yet not contemplated
Neither written nor read
They have no choice
But to go off with the light
Whispering in my ear
"Get a Life BUM!"
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