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Of all the things I want
I choose to sleep
Hamlet's biggest question
Perchance to dream
The overwhelming need
Eyes worn and red and swollen
Dusty and dreary from strain
Limbs sore and stretched
Weak and tired from activity
Thoughts slowing to a halt
Bombarded by the troubles of the world
Needing a moment of piece
Some solitude from the ruckus
A moment to step away
Retract all investment in business
Invest in the dream state that follows suit
Slowly abandon worries
To the far corners of consciousness
Welcome incoherent streams of thought
I choose to sleep for as long as it will have me
Rest for the weary on my journey
Revitalization of the senses
By means of a fantasy
That exists while I am unaware of the world
And yet so vivid that it drives me
To experience them more and more