got my eyes on a computer screen
i fidget with my lettering
but never with my sentences
i pause and check the clock and it appears it's 6am again
and my mind is steady running in place
i don't wanna fall asleep 'cause i got so much to say
but i don't wanna stay awake and keep exhaustion at bay
because i'm presently just dead inside the bed where i lay
i might just well work now
as more a method of confusion than it did bid a life
it's like my body parts are planning out an intricate heist
except my mind has been logged in on a different device
every step is like fire straight from my head to my toes
see i'm an excellent liar when i have slept the required
eight or seven hours prior
but in present imma go the fuck to sleep and uh
get some goodnight's rest. that sounds like a good plan. well
goodnight. oh it's morning already? alright fine. okay rise and shine
insert several other stupid phrases about waking up
rub the sleep out of my eyes and view the clock that hangs above
and hit the snooze a couple times to keep my hours 8 or plus
just so i can see the second i messaged my mon amour
for a day to her small excursions straight to a donut store
where i'm holdin' an open door to convey that i'm spoken for
a wonderful set of things
in my present bubble of love
as they're bloomin' on every flower
engulfed in a heavy shower
of rain that the weather brings
even though my days might be presented slow
they pass before my eyes at higher rates than even engines go
and the cycle will repeat itself like history and reddit posts
so what's the point in fighting? i'm staying up and letting go