My eyes burn from the want of sleep,
And while I stumble through consciousness
Because of ignored obligations,
The beguiling vision of rest is conceived within me.
Should I focus on the work, mandating completion,
Or on the hours, dying while not slept?
What beauty is there dreaming of completion
When, still, the work is left piled afterwards?
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a collection of things I have written in college
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