I lay awake at night
pondering aimlessly in my bed
as I allow the music fill my ears
and await for a nightly visitation
from the man who keeps the sand
time passes and I lay awake
holding restless aches within
venturing as to where I may find
a glass of water to soothe my mind
returning to my scene of slumber
upon my bed an imp sits in wait
staring through me before upon me
it smirks and nods as to giving a gesture
one that shall suggest my bed lay empty
as to follow its benign nature
it preforms in an act of vanishment
the hour upon this night in which I wake
seems to have become too late
closing of eyes to ponder once more
for the coming of nightly tomorrow
it may lay in wait yet again
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