Dr. Fantastic, M.D.

The thoughts, ramblings, philosophies, writings, ideas, presumptions, concoctions, conjurations, conjugations and congregations of one Joel Petrie.

To Sleep.


Oh sleep, how does your gentle touch escape my hand?

Were't not for vivid dreams of future lives and hopes of abundant rest,

My days would fall, crumbling into a stagnent pool of wasted youth.

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