with BAROT
when its night and i am still awake,
each thought swirls into me,
and i wonder how to solve them away...
as the knots (BAROT) are messy,
and the scissors(ME) are blunt,
when the body asks sleep,
the mind refuses.
without BAROT
when its night and star comes around,
each star with a new tool tip,
and me finding the way to chase them,
as the roads are rough,
and the driver is new though,
heart refuses, frightens,
but the mind waves victory...
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