I'd be happy with how little sleep
is allocated to me in a night
if instead of sleeping I could write.

Grasping at the straws of doziness
when you have been lucky enough
to have slept twenty hours of the last five days

It is hell and heaven rolled to one
where I cannot decide in that moment
if I want the feeling to last or if

I just want to fall asleep and wake
refreshed from a dream-free sleep
with all the hours I could muster.

The worst part is not being able to
do anything. Or did I say that before?
I apolagise. It's 2:30am and I don't know

Why am I awake?