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Lethargy is pulling me down.
Baggy eyes are making me frown.
Got no strength to get things done.
Where's all my adrenaline?
What little vim I must save:
Hope my bed won't become my grave.
Wish I never had to sleep.
Sans shut-eye, I would just keep
On producing endless art,
But my ever-pounding heart
Sounds its ever-ringing knell.
Torpor's torture is my hell.
Lethargy is holding me back.
Where's that vigour I sorely lack?
Not too long ago, I had drive:
Now I feel barely alive.
Even with closed eyes, I'm awake--
Sleeplessness makes my soul quake.