No, no, no – you can’t sleep,
Nor deserve a rest or weep.
Loser and slacker in the bush,
Complacent while others hush.
Failure qualifies to embrace you,
Moonlight demands to protest you.
Rays of dawn are all I see,
Unknown road, fog perceived.
Wasted self seems real feel,
Tangible to naught, a futile peel.
When I close my eyes to sleep,
I hear a voice, gentle and meek.
Worst, Many did see,
Few stood where Many flee.
Storm is all you conceive,
Quake the twister deep within,
Explore the mighty within you,
Sediment uprising uproar in due.
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