Half shut eyes
Stumbling on bathroom tiles
Yawning past bedtime
Still up again
Green toothbrush
Rinse out, spit and hush
Disposition flushed
Down the drain
The soap sliding in my cheeks
Peeling dead skin off my lips
Repeating, depleting, and pleading for guidance
Flossing with the tightrope
Unsteadily hoping
To equilibrate immediacy and defiance
I'm squeezing tasks to fill my days
But then I wish I slept twelve hours straight
The performance quite dramatic
Though a bit anticlimactic
Always lying down unconscious in the end
I look at the mirror and
I'm seeing the beginning of the fall
String theory in my neck vibrating
Everything I lack and who's at fault
I'm borrowing this moment
From my sleep time and tomorrow
I'm gonna feel like waking up still tired
And a simple self reflection
Escalates into more questions
On the verge of existential crisis
There's the laundry
The dishes
Need to change the sheets
All these chores
Obstructing
My three year strategy
Lie down, stretch out
For the charger
Plug it in
Close my eyes and wait
For an epiphany
But it never comes
Oh, it never comes
I'm left to go to sleep
