When the evening comes I have no voice,
To tell you that, there is nothing left.
I’ve done what I’ve set out to do,
And now I must rest to feel alive again.
I sit in bed and read the stories;
My reading voice is loud and clear.
I hear it in my head as I read,
It narrates and asks the questions.
Until the night comes creeping in,
And I’m too fatigued to do anything,
Then I must sleep and heal each day.
For tomorrow brings more tales to read;
A great expansion of the mind.
To be physically exhausted
But mentally revived.
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