Slumber - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I was tired of being depressed
To pajamas I regressed
I was tired of feeling surly
So I went to sleep quite early
It was around mid afternoon
A less than opportune
Time to try and catch some zees
Just close the eyes
Withdraw from life
And rest the feeble mind
I don’t like being awake
I don’t like having heartache
The desire for sleep is greater
Than a reality fabricator
I suck at being observant
I falter when conversant
With sleep I could be snoring
Much better than being boring
To avoid just feeling thoughtless
I see no point in being conscious
If asleep I’m kind and gentle
Instead of overly judgmental
I’m tired of being awake
I’m tired of being a fake
With sleep I’m no longer ill at ease
With sleep I rest in peace