I really should be sleeping, but
I hard ever really do,
A thing not unexpected,
Given age
For I’d observed for many years
That sleep’s the province of the young;
And so I’m not surprised, now,
At this stage,
That I am an insomniac
(of a peculiar kind)
I get to sleep okay, but then,
Am wakened by a mind
That’s into problem solving, and
Gets up before I do;
And back at work before
A half-night’s sleep is even through
I really should be sleeping, but
That just is not my destiny:
The road I’m on’s the one
I have to take
But though I’ll walk the earth today
And wear my open eyes,
I do not think I’ll really
Be awake
Read this with eyes wide shut!