People romanticize dreams too much

I gave up sleep for Lent. 

Never much liked it.

I don't dream much,

But when I do,

They're mean and cruel. 

I don't like powering off

The trillions of neurons

That are currently keeping

Me breathing, thinking, swallowing. 

And yeah, I get tired sometimes. 

It feels like a lead albatross around my neck

When I walk barefoot down 

The concrete corridors of my city

As it grumbles in the night. 

I wrap my bed in fancy sheets,

From egypt I think,

So she won't get cold without me. 

I guess I get bored of the ritual. 

Brush your teeth

Take your meds

Lay your head down and feel

With the authority of God,

The loneliness that makes sparrows cry in the spring. 

Maybe it's not for me. 

My record was six days, 

But with some practice

And maybe a little help From the pharmacist,

I could make ten. 

They say eleven days is the longest.

The guy who did it almost died. 

That wouldn't be so bad, either.