Circadian Rhythm

Tossing and turning I'm here in my bed Twisting and rolling With a vice on my head I'm missing the fun And appointments with life But I sleep through the day And I pace through the night Check the time, what's the time My head is too heavy Hearing rush hour traffic Is it Monday already Who's knocking!? Stop knocking At noon with your fist! Your a scoundrel to bug me So early like this! This unwelcome sunlight Has my tired soul scheming To get to my bed Where I could be dreaming By Kyle Ezra Kriticos