Too tired to work, too awake to go to bed
So I just sit here nodding my head,
Writing anything that comes to mind.
Sitting and typing and getting a fatter behind.

Crash! What was that?
Oh my head hit the keys!
But I can’t stop typing,
Even if it’s my last dying wheeze.

My fingers are more awake,
Than I could ever be,
Doesn’t this just take the cake?
Do you think I’m going crazy?
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As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
Goethe