Who Needs Sleep?

Why should I go to bed

when I know sleep

is not my friend?

 

Why not get my work done then

and do as I please during the day?

 

There's no point

trying to do it in the daytime:

I have no focus then. 

 

Why bother with the thing

that only makes my life

seem more bleak

because my dreams

are greater than

the life I lead?

 

Why go to bed early

when it means I can't

sleep?

This poem is about: 
Me

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