I sometimes think
Sleep is out of boredom
Not necessity
Anything is manageable
When broken down
Without sleep
Life would simply flitter away
Amidst an endless series of days
Imagine if you will
300 months and still awake
Each memory pinging
Pinging across the way
But sometime later
Your eyes will flicker
For the last time
They shall raise
And looking back
All you were was an act
Amidst an endless series of days
