Late and Early

In the dark,
In the cavernous recesses of human thought,
That is where we spend our time now.
More hours of the night can be seen
Under white beams than yellow.

Am I always tired?
I wake and go to sit
And sleep.
Have I always been tired?
I buy and buy caffeine -
The gold and black, Columbian;
As dependant as the sellers are
To my five dollars a day.
I'm addicted, still, to sleep;
It takes up half my day,
And I think about it all the time.
Always dreaming of leaving
and falling back again, to sleep.
If I miss a fix, I cannot see,
Cannot focus, no longer me.
My mind rebels and tries to force
Or prod - convince me back to sleep,
Lets me forget to stay awake.
Blood shot eyes, that whitewashed face,
And headaches.
Why fight that glorious balm,
Why stand to keep from sinking?
'Tis not to drown but rest, to sleep.
To rest and leave the world alone.
To sleep.
To sleep.