Tired
The heavy burdens that rest on my eyes are not enough to cause me to sleep
Instead I lie awake escaping off to realms of nowhere.
I can breathe there.
I can feel there.
I can hop, skip, and jump there. But rest never falls.
How did something as simple as sleep arrive to be so complex?
I often dream about sleep when I am wide awake; a daydream
.Where can I sleep?
Where is my pillow of peace?
I, Christopher Columbus stand to stumble across that sweet REM of sleep
That has already been founded by so many; I will claim it and name it
But
Until then, I will remain tired.
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