Dream Junkie

My eyes closed, my mind rests but only for a couple of minutes.

I am off to a deep sleep or dream land as it called. I love the state I am in I can't get enough.

I tell that inner voice please, stop, don't wake me up. I love it here I can do what I want I am addicted to not waking up.

The sandman is the dealer of this addicting drug.

This poem is about: 
Me

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