Intellectual Suicide

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Edinburgh
by Ian

This morning came and went, I hear.
I don't know - I wasn't there.
I remember nothing then, I fear.
Fast asleep, I didn't care.
I sat the journey there and back
And could not stay awake.
Began to show, those hours I lack.
Not even woken with a shake.
But now we have completely changed
Our own relative situations.
I'm wide awake while you're deranged
Conducting no conversations.
What happened today I cannot recall.
With luck, maybe nothing really at all.