Of all the times I’ve nodded off,
I’ve never slept this well –
Not lying in a cattle trough
Or on the road to hell.
Of course it helped that I was tired
From building me a wall,
But, given how my brain is wired,
I hardly sleep at all.
I lie awake and think about
The bad mistakes I’ve made
And contemplate the very doubt
Of which I’m so afraid.
But not this time – this time, I slept
As one whose mind is cleanly swept.
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