Saturday, June 21, 2008
My late-night problem.
There's so much joy in life,
so many pleasures all around
But the pleasure of insomnia
is one I've never found
With all life has to offer,
there's so much to be enjoyed
But the pleasures of insomnia
are ones I can't avoid
And the flipside of the problem--R.E.M.:
I see today with a newsprint fray
My night is colored headache grey
Don't wake me with so much.
The ocean machine is set to nine
I'll squeeze into heaven and valentine
My bed is pulling me,
I have to be up at 6. I've just come to accept that I'm an insomniac, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.