Just before I fall asleep
Lots of thoughts-that are so deep.
Come to me and make a queue,
Some of them are sad, but true.
Some of them are wise and strong,
Some of them to me belong.
Some of them from deepest hell,
Some of them with teenage smell.
Some unique and come from space,
Some are bitter, some disgraced.
Some are UFOed, some are not,
Some are tiptoed, some are frauds.
And they make me thinking them,
I should wake up at 6 a.m.
But I'm so thankful they exist,
I'm my own best therapist.
As I have them - I'm alive.
I can think and I can fly.
Just before the wake-up call,
Lots of dreams come to my hall.
Hall of my head, my guest room,
That I clean with mop and broom.
Everyday and every night,
Trying to keep my head tight.
Clean and shining - that's the way,
I should clean before awake.
That's the only reason why
I'm clean-minded and alive.
Just before I fall asleep
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2017
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