How would one define sleep?
A state of stupor that's too deep?
Come nightfall,
Sleep must befall.
Some predetermined rule
To be followed by a fool.
Childhood were the days,
When sleep was a punctual phase.
You did not have to wait,
Or be put off by its bait.
Never was a thing to worry.
Things were always a merry.
Fifteen, sixteen;
Those dreadful teens.
Sleep became rare.
Never fair.
While some do extremely well,
Others wish that they just fell.
Insomnia looms,
As the dawn blooms.
Feeling the weight;
Next day you're late.
Sometimes its never enough.
Those guys have it real tough.
Anytime, anywhere,
Dozes off without a care.
At times its just too much.
You can't wake up without a crutch.
Sleep becomes an escape
From broken things that can't be fixed with tape.
Dreams that make no sense.
Seen through a hazy lens.
Surely beats reality.
But well, it lacks the quality.
Funny little phenomenon,
Who's absence makes eye bags prominent.
So, before we make tomorrow's leap;
Lets just go to sleep.