“I am so damned tired, but I am trying, to stay awake despite of it“ Gun Roswell

Sleep, is so overrated

I wish, oh how I so truly wish, I could sleep, like some of the more exotic fish
In perpetual motion, never, ever giving up, on the good kind of commotion
Or then at least, like the famous Nikola Tesla, with only two hours, of daily sleep
And then I could be, totally inventive and oh so creative, the rest of the time
Because, or despite of being tired or even sick or simply surviving, off the grind
But, then again, it still seems, that even, if I could less time on rest spend
I would have difficulties, for all the great things I would want to do, to lend
Even if all the precious time in the world, onto my waiting lap would be hurled

So, why, oh why, I am complaining again, you may me ask?
Can’t I just simply, strip down some or more, off the planned tasks?
The simple answer to that question, or then again, it is really not
Could just be, that, I am, in all honesty, afraid, that if, I would ever stop
I would never be able, to start over, again
And then, on what, would I my time then spend?