oneword
It isn't the loss of time that gets to me,
the nights I'm lying in my bed trying to keep from succumbing from sleep,
or the finality that could await me, making this my final rest.
It's the stuff.
The stuff I want to do and can't if I sleep.
The insomnia of the perpetually engaged,
the sleeplessness born of busyness.
And ya know, I kind of like it.
It isn't the loss of time that gets to me,
the nights I'm lying in my bed trying to keep from succumbing from sleep,
or the finality that could await me, making this my final rest.
It's the stuff.
The stuff I want to do and can't if I sleep.
The insomnia of the perpetually engaged,
the sleeplessness born of busyness.
And ya know, I kind of like it.
no subject
Date: 2003-10-17 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-17 10:31 am (UTC)