The world slides by
Through exhaustion’s haze
Gritty eyes barely register the shifting skyline
Did I sleep at all last night?
If so, I dreamt I was awake
Every tiny sound in the dark
Became my focus
Only to be replaced by the next in
The bump-tink chorus
Awake in the small hours is a little death
And 3 am knows all my secrets
Fortunately 7 am is a forgetful fool
I will sleep walk now through another day
And live in dread of the coming night
Where I may live it all again
Who can say?