when the dimmest lights are on at night
when the stars can finally project their light
for those with the sleeping sickness; the treasured
decent into darkness that they can never find
and every night they lay down and try
then grow anxious and read until their eyes
are sore and bleed,
well all that time in the blaring light
they are out with lanterns all night
looking for themselves, the person
they can never find
you don't even feel in your body anymore; the
tiredness has helped you escape
but you would happily find what you had lost
for a moment of relief, in the sleeping space
'cause you spend every 3am waiting for
the sun to finally rise,
then the morning will rest your weary eyes
and for another 12 hours, you're never really awake
and you're never really asleep
or are you