on the narrow path tiresomely steep
yet I'm always asleep when I weep
rattled by the things I see and hear
almost an inclusion, a sight
a narrow corridor, a peep
most people are confoundly irritated when I am around, perhaps that's why I'm always asleep when I weep
I've heard it before absorbed from generations of ancient stories given to us by centuries past through the ground
I'm far too stupid to be profound
Grandad died with a knowledge
he has taken it with him to keep
Yet to me it's a repetitive sound
maybe that's why I'm always asleep when I weep, too tired to carry on
I always sleep then I weep
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