Who am I?

Written Word

I had a that dream,
Again last night.
I cannot sleep.
It’s getting light.
It’s getting cold.
I’m feeling low.
I’m sinking through,
The sheets below.

And yet my mind,
It still can race.
It surely has,
A wicked pace.
It surely is,
A vicious fiend.
Oh who am I
To question me?

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