I read this tonight about sleep deprivation, and feel the need to rush this poem.
Good night, sleep tight
Life will age us quickly enough
I don't feel the need to rush
the
process
by
staying up late,
so I will make this quick
and then
hit the hay
to settle into the moment
when
my head meets the pillow,
it's hard to begin
to contemplate the comparison
fireworks,
a favorite song,
taking the battery out
of
the
smoke alarm
Sleep is sacred.
Sleep is good.
Sleep makes you want to yell to the world,
Hello!
I will climb a mountain!
I have slept!
Bonus if it's without sheep for counting!
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Wwwwhhhheeeewwwww
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