
the sleepless night
Nov 2 · 1 min read
another tossing sleepless night
from which my soul descends
emerging from a hapless plight
French toast cannot amend
something in the scheme of life
will not transcend tradition
for when my nighttime thoughts are rife
it fuels my mind’s condition
on just two hours REM
my daytime shall not falter
it might affect my poor brain stem
a fact I cannot alter
regardless carry on I say
fulfilling all my duties
for my existence shan’t allay
like other sleeping beauties
