Sleep is a Thief

Deep sleep, from you I weep.

You steal hours I wish to keep.

With that time I’d create a thousand worlds

Or discover some hidden, euphoric pearl.

Yet I cannot, from you, claim these hours.

I hate you, despise you, one who devours.

You robbed nearly one third of my life.

I’d divorce you if you were my wife.

Please, someone, return time to me.

Then, this mind, my joy, will longer be.