Many nights I used lie awake,
Trying to organise my thoughts
Into words to publish and show the world.
But life is fast approaching.
The long days at school
I endure
Tire my brain.
When the sun sinks
And my head hits the pillow,
There is no energy left
For what I so love to do.
Composing sentences is impossible,
When you are too drained
To mumble a word.