Discernment to disillusionment fades
The lines blurred between what is not and true
Reality sojourns in separate shades
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Speech makes guise of verisimilitude
Or is it the dream that tangibility feigns
Do my drowsy thoughts prance nude
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In somnolent excursion the hour through
I disappear a while from instruction's face
Rigid desks spur no vigilance new
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It's a battle from which I need to wake
A war within four modest walls
I fight for what I know is at stake
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Then there's a dense humming in each ear
Sleeping in class is a loud noise
That I wish no one else to hear
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