Since sleep is the cousin of death, i'll never rest,
head rest on pillow, never makes dreams manifest.
Pain pushing the mind to give birth,
to new dimensions of incredible, intangible worth
Drive to survive, no, excel cease not,
the push through earth like seedlings won't stop.
Sleep not, lest death claim another still,
our work is NEVER done, by the strength of our will.
copyright 2009
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