A hazy day, makes for a crazy night,
As my eyes and my mind begin to fight,
Questioning, of whether to play or to rest,
To be more serious, or to continue to jest?
Meaning certain patterns become broken,
For I am not sure what I have spoken,
As with one eye open, I grab the fumes,
To sip the energy, for my deeds to bloom.
“Go back to bed!” My conscience pleas,
“Those eyebags, are nearly at your knees”
I try to listen, but stubborn, I plug in,
To watch a mix of trivial shimmering,
“Ooh, what was that, an ardent blink?”
My mind asks me; with a tone like wink
“Yes, my dear, it was that indeed,
But this headline; I do need to read.”
After catching up, to maintain connection,
I really start to feel my mortal deflation,
As it is true, to live; is to rest sometimes,
Because if you do not, the body declines,
Thus, in sleep, I will trust, I will try to pray,
But it is rather hard to do that today,
For I have permission to stay indoors,
So, I remain awake, with no sound of snores.