The clock ticks on
on my system tray
the world awaits the morning dawn
while I lie awake and pray
Pray for sleep, pray for rest
for tiredness to creep, for drop in zest
too tired to think straight
too many desires to sleep tonight
Where others may want
I would crave
when others would rest
I would slave
Too many things have I lost
not because of me alone or my thoughts
too many things I want right now
figuring out the why and how
I cant sleep till I reach
all my hurdles I shall breach
too many desires to sleep tonight
too tired to sensibly write
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I really really care a lot for what you have to say about my writing...of course nothing is going to change my way...but it will be good to know anyway :P