My body goes into oblivion
My soul loves to rest in that position
My pacemaker retires
My subconscious backfires
It’s all fun and games till I’m still
Here comes brain with retaliating power to kill
It seems blurry like those glistening tears
I am the only one entrancing this, I fear
Oh! to live the life of noon nap
Or living the life of noon nap
As a child hated the noon naps
Or my inner child still hating the noon naps
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