Dreams lined up against the wall
Waiting for the epic brawl
Of reality versus a wild mind
That beckons me with fantasy's call
The morning hour is still so black
And I feel the drain of such a lack
Of sleep from the previous night
And I wish only to go back
A noise blares loud near the bed
And a light in my eyes flashes red
I slam my fist against the clock
And wish I could go back to bed
A short reprieve from beginning the day
So in deep dreams I may just stay
They call to me from the night
But the dawn is drawing me away
But who will win this raging war
Will I wake or dream some more
They struggle together in stalemate
But waking will win, that's what school is for
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