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I move in my sleep 

I travel through time and space:

Which explains bed-hair.

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The tuning fork for the day ahead. ☕

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In life's orchestra

We can play second fiddle:

That's not a cymbal.

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The skeleton key to the doors of imagination. 🔑☕

HAIKU

Are we exhibits?

Listed, sorted, curated

In Time's museum?

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Stirring stuff. ☕

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The motorway hum

Is a distant reminder

Of such busy lives.

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We are butterflies

Blown around by Time's sweet wind:

Rest awhile just here.

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All aboard the Imagination Train which is a direct service to Satisfaction. ☕

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Life hides, and hides well,

Between the tick and the tock

The brick and the block.