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I wish the Answers were Blowin' in the Wind



I remember the time

 When sleep meant calming down!

 After a day's excitement

 It charged me up for another round


It's a little different now

 The calm is gone, sometimes the sleep as well!

 Excitement, well I try to keep up the levels

 Though the real story, the lines on my forehead tell


I crave for nights when I can actually sleep

 And feel it like it is the end of the day,

 It should feel like a break,

 I shouldn't worry just yet for what would happen the next day.


My mind should free up

 From the worries of all my accounts.

 From the perpetual struggle to add zeroes in the bank's,

 To adding likes and comments and other supposedly social counts


They say these are blessings in disguise.

 Better to have these pains than nothing at all!

So yes I consider myself to be one of the blessed few,

 But then can I ever tell myself, "for my needs, that's all"!


How many nights must I sleeplessly sleep,

 Before I can call it a day?

 I wish, my friends, that the answer

 Was Blowin' in the wind like the say!
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