Again?

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What is going on?
My mind is in deep waters, thinking with translational kinetic energy.
I want to rest;
Just to keep my head out of mess.

Should I close my eyes?
Or no? I will wake up again, I just know it.
For a fact, the life strains turned up;
The verdict to my all-nighters nightmare.

What do I want?
Seems like a problem to a pretty little flower;
The nectar was too occupied,
But the instinctual beauty never died.

The secret to sleep;
Kept in a box beside me.
I try;
Yet trying wouldn’t let me reach.

These sleepless nights,
Nice and mess, just like the cast;
To my shadow in the dark,
Where the gloom ignites.