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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