Sleep I suppose should happen soon.
I hope I'll be able to wake before noon.
I have essays to write, projects to complete.
Errands to run, laundry to make neat.
But my mind is racing, faster than the speed of light,
Why do I have my biggest inspirations at night?
As I close my eyes the lids are filled with images galore,
And as I chase away one idea, I simply let in 5 more.
Dearest mind, why have you forsaken me yet again,
I swear you are spoiled, more than the richest of men.
So, please calm yourself down and let me rest,
And in return, tomorrow, I will give you my best.
