Hypersomnia

Every so once in a while I'm telling you this with no guile I simply have to escape Well rested from the night before at least in hours of apneic snore Found I in pitiable shape It happens none to often Or you'd find me in a coffin The lure so interminably deep Dream filled as I wonder through The halls my cocoon a grayish blue A place going farther than sleep Wrestling a struggle to wakefulness In my padded cell said with no jest A decision made in resolve In returning to the rest Of sleepwalkers walking through their lives A pattern I notice of brain fog Precedes this place of which I log To the place where cobwebs swept away things sorted put once more in play All inclinations and drives