Four in the morning,
Electrical current flowing
Through my arms and chest.
My mind is trying to cut off
But nagging thoughts keep
The current running
And I will pay for this,
I know
Before I lay pillow to head
Tomorrow evening
And you can't make up sleep lost:
No, it is gone forever
And I guess I will live a bit
Shorter life for want of sleep tonight
Or is the equation of this living
Not so easily cogitated?
Who knows, there is no
Guarantee in this world
And probably no need for lack of sleep,
For the day's troubles
Will come, with or without
My nocturnal consideration.
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