Sometimes I wish there were no sleep.
I would stay up late talking, reading, writing, making music,
I would be up early in the morning for a nice run, a warm cup of coffee and a good read.
I would go about my day getting things done, feeling great.
But then I hear that all too familiar beep.
I awake feeling like I’ve been hit with a brick,
Just 5 more minutes, to myself I plead,
But when I wake an hour later, I find I’m running late
There’s only one to blame, I’ve sown, now I must reap.
As I continue to sleep, the clock continues to tick,
I should see my patterns and take heed,but instead continue in my sleep deprivation, it’s 1:08!