Tonight, I’m wide awake
– no reason why.
But, for such reason,
I think I shall write.
That is, it’s time for
some self-therapy.
And this, I do, when
eyes are quite un-tight.
Always! I am
fighting my eyes!
For, once I choose to write,
they choose to close.
My mind loses all thoughts
most suddenly.
Well, poetry’s a lost art,
I suppose.
But practice proves to make
good sleep for me.