It is something we want after every arduous deed
And it seems so few of us get what we really need
I will never ever come in a Starbuck's coffee cup
But with the right amount I will always wake you up
I come in many amounts and live by many names
I live in every language and am spoken by every tongue
I am great in the beginning, middle or end of the day
I am by far the best thing for you in every single way
Our time together can be brief or long
Shorter or longer then every single song
You are the master of your world of waking
In mine, I am king of every snoring thing
Yours is the world of tangible things
Mine is the world of dreams where
I only know what everyday brings
Mine is the world we only share
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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