I've been running from sleep.
It keeps in pace, steadily at my back.
I'm hunting for restlessness.
Sleep must soon attack.
I keep running, thinking I can't turn back!
zzzz zzz zzz
...No! Wait! I'm back! I'm back!
As I lay in bed, between a leaning room's cracks...
I think to myself...will my room detatch itself in my sleep?
Not really caring, soon to be counting sheep.
Sleep is a game, and I might finally win!
Yet, still I fight it; not wishing my battle done.
I've fought with sleep so much...I think I may be done.
After all, sleep makes "tomorrow" sound fun.
I unlace my running shoes, and 3, 2 ,1..............................
2007-12-15
05:27:11
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Then...Ha!
I'm back another day!
Back, back, back!
Back is the insomniac!
Back to another day!
Travelling further from sleep.
I think I've come back this time to stay!
But, no. Sleep calls me in its subtle way.
2007-12-15
05:29:40 ·
update #1
The insomniac then rests his eyes until tomorrow.
Will I be an insomniac on the morrow?
2007-12-15
05:31:18 ·
update #2