When sleep's o'erwhelming hour o'ertakes the force
Of exploration and amazement which,
In domineering spirit of its course
Within my veins, foments a fevered pitch
Throughout my body; makes my little brain
Be filled with wonder as it forms a map
Of all there is to learn, each tiny grain
Of knowledge to absorb... I'll take a nap.
Till then, I'll fight with all my strength of youth
And conjure brand new ways to make you think
That I should stay awake; with nail and tooth,
I'll cry or thirst or yell or play or stink!
Awake is how I'm meant to see the world,
Not snoring in my dreams as I lie curled!
Created: Apr 16, 2014todd68976 Document Media