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
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2011
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