Let me get this straight.

You spent the night awake,

Alone, in the dark, in wait,

Not sure of what’s at stake

When you, my mind, refuse to tire?

I will hurt for this,

I won’t forgive you, my curse

Of sleeping through the daily motions and

Somehow not tiring with the moon’s rotation.

Although,

I must admit,

I feel rather calm,

Like my skin soaked up

the cosmic radiation and let me tell you,

Vitamin D has nothing on being so tired that you’re happy.