March 13, 2011

During Shakespeare Sonnet

Wishing I could get a cookie

Just because my head is light

Sleep is taunting me again

Though I had hours of it

I don’t understand my head

Why does it not leave me be?

I want to rest, and be rested

But no, I’m screwed to be tired

And sleeping on BART is not a choice

It is a fear that leaves me goose bumps

But this tired is taking over

It is making me no sense

If only I could sleep some more

But no time, no time at all

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