I have never once felt a need for it,
But never been able to stop for long.
I wish I could hold back, wish I could
hold it in,
Wish I could hold my head up against
it,
But my head always falls back,
and I always stretch out, yawning
again,
and as I drift into unwelcome oblivion
I regret the placement of a comma I
won't remember
When I come back to the land of the
living.
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