Written by Are all of the days this long? I’m tired to the point that my body wants to tap out.
Can’t I just sit here with my thoughts for a while longer? Must we always sleep?
Right now it’s quiet. There are no additional requirements.
Peace sits next to me and it too, is at ease. Please let this last.
Sleep, I need badly, but if only not to interrupt the balance of perpetual thought.
A soundtrack plays in the background, moods changing every few hours.
But right now, it’s all good. Ahhh, it’s good. Exhaustion starts to employ physics.
The promise of peaceful slumber hangs on my eyelids like freezing rain on twigs.
The soundtrack cranks along, and the days credits roll. I reach for the moment.
Knowing, that this one blip on the eternal timeline will never again repeat.
And, then it is over, the fight, a TKO, with sleep the winner.
And with the sleep needed, a winner, so am I.