Tired
This poem is more true than I'd like to admit
My eyelids are heavy,
I should go to sleep.
No.
There is too much to see.
The coffee is wearing off.
What to do, what to do...
I can't think straight,
Or maybe I can?
It's hard to tell at 3 am.
Is it Tuesday? Or Monday?
I can't even remember.
I need to go to sleep.
Right.
Now.
....
Just one more post. I promise.