Dawn eases in
Dimly illuminating the damp street
Filling my fear
Signifying that I
Did not get the right amount of sleep
But what is the right amount
Of forty winks?
I woke up at 3, unwillingly
11 knocked me out completely
Then vivid dreams take turns
And then turn
A script I don’t quite approve
The eyelids let me peek
At the clock so I could
Get a sense of how tired I am
Involuntarily and not totally
Stirred up
The bed is a pile of limp and lumps
Then the feeling you get
When you’re cramming
As a deadline looms
Tricks my brain
To be active
With no real desire to be productive
Maybe if I shut my eyes
My mind will cooperate
Despite it bent to meet sunrise
Romantically overrate
The importance of being awake
Seizing the now
Now waved off
Telling me it’s a Sunday
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