Disturbia

Disturbia

I sleep, I wake, I work;
On a fake rhythm, that doesn’t distract;
I feel the wrong, but unable to trace it;
Disturbed by the undertone, but can’t forget it.

It comes and it goes;
Like an unexpected hitch;
That never let me forget what it is;
Aware the more,
The more disturbing it is.

I want to wake up, I want to rise;
From the labyrinth of this eternal plight;
With a guiding tone which will chime in my heart;
Creating an aura of peaceful delight;
Letting me sleep in that awaited night.

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