By Nate Carman
Awake, no more I fade
All plans of day are made
My thoughts are at your bade
Anticipating in the dark
To where my dreams may hark
Make the place all but stark
Dreams are a fickle friend
Come and go without an end
Some may be worth append
Running on an endless path
Sinking down inside your bath
Standing public doing math
Asleep no more, I wake
A refreshing breath I take
Now to the coffee that I make
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