Not tired anymore

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It was a good day, but hey,
for the first time in three weeks,
I could sleep until late, this one,
not that I moan about it,
Jedi or Sith, I'm not John Smith
my dinosaur kit is long lost,
can't handle the cost
of being seen as an adult,
Am I in some sort of cult,
where everyone needs to look
like a character from a book?
Charles Dickens, not Lewis Carol,
no wonderland around us, we lost
the sense of awe, a leaf is just a leaf
and a tree is just a tree, you see,
the life force hiding behind all
those little flickers of light,
out of sight will
probably make us mad,
and the mind will be gone
in a place where the time
is forgotten, gone
and then you lost they key,
you see, but this can't be all
our life, grief, loss and strife,
you can ask the wife.

And when you suddenly
can see the magic behind all,
the hidden world, and
start to speak a language
long forgotten, you listen to the river,
you talk to the moon, and
you argue with that damn
squirell that is stealing
the bird food from the feeder.

And once you understand all these
whispers, then the leaf is just a leaf,
and the tree is just a tree,
once more, but you,
you are not the same anymore.

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