Thoughts and Things

Sleep

The teacher is droning on and on

I'm trying to pay attention

I tell myself I will not sleep

I have to sit up and listen

I find that pretty hard to do

When the class is really boring

Most heads are already on the desk

Someone's even softly snoring

The teacher seems oblivious

To the sleep haven her class has become

She's still talking animatedly

But who is listening? No one

Well, no one is except for me

Even though I'm struggling with the ghost of sleep

It's continually tugging on my soul

My will is getting very weak

I feel my eyelids start to close

My body is shutting down

My consciousness is rapidly going away

I'm hardly hearing my teacher's sound

My arms and hands have gained a mind of their own

Folding themselves on my desk

My head decided to lie down too

There's barely any consciousness left

Soon I'm knocked right out

Drowsiness has fully settled in

I have lost the battle to sleep

That I was never going to win