In the Middle of the Night

In the middle of the night, When I’m struggling with sleep, I come up with many plans That I know I’ll never keep. I’ll replace the sagging couch, Sand and buff the parquet floors, Get new valances and shades, Paint the ceilings, walls and doors. Add A/C where there is none, Trade the bunk beds for a queen, Go through closets, drawers and shelves Like it’s part of my routine. As I toss and turn and think, With a vow to make each change, I’m aware that what I’m planning Doesn’t seem so very strange. But as soon as I awake, My resolve, a tiny flame, Fizzles out and so my world Stays unstylishly the same.