Wretched thoughts, growling like monsters
3rd of november, thinking of hamsters
I can't sleep


Are boxes of lemons green?
or are oranges the same as tangerines?
I really don't know
I really don't
I can't sleep


This note, a reminder to this night
that the plum had took his flight
Through the bleak of west Ravka
Through the songs of Paul Anka.


These aftermentioned are my thoughts
They are a bit random i suppose
But i needed to write this poem
At a hope of clearing my room

Ive searched the entire google for help
But all i get was a random guilt
O ye random stranger reading this
Please help this warrior through his quest
That he might find the glorious night
And not stumble upon the lousy mind.






note: I really do need tips to sleep faster, so please if you're reading this write some tips in the comments

© Leo Nardo