Mornings and Nights

Those nights

When you go to bed

With dreams of grandeur 

Then

Wake up the next morning 

With a glimpse of the future

With a certainty inducing

 kind of hope

Those are the good days

They will pass

And then comes those nights

When you go to bed

Thinking

What the fuck am I doing

Why the fuck am I here

Those are the better days

And if you don’t get those,

Then you should go to bed but refuse

To fall asleep

Because if you do

Then you will just wake up

Then fall asleep again

And then you die

Until then

Try to go to bed early

And hope you wake up.

Or stay up late,

In case you don’t

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