I’m tired,
I’m sleepy,
I feel I need rest,
I want to go to bed,
But there’s much to do,
And people to see,
The list just goes on,
The fact that I’m tired,
Is a quandary at best,
And it needs to leave,
But as sit here writing and sleeping,
And delaying what I should do,
I sink deeper and deeper,
Into the huge hole,
That a poet can only get free.
-Aaron E-J