Apparently, lack of sleep degrades my mind into a sense of mush, and this is what happens during a six hour free at university.
Sat with a pen, forcing out words,
waiting upon inspiration.
Shutting my eyes, thoughts soar like birds -
creating some mean frustration.
Lack of sleep equals distant mind.
Distant mind equals some unknown
or obscure thing to find,
hidden inside my darkest zone.
Elephants, tomatoes, even milkshakes
transform into something fearsome.
Charging forward, and creating earthquakes,
destroying my mind as they come -
screaming and squeeling, more evil sounds.
Who could have known that such simple things
would have the effect of crying clowns,
and what ever nightmare he brings?
Thoughts of being choked, sometimes being stabbed.
More often then enough, I've survived being shot.
Perhaps its my job to be somewhat grabbed
into hostile reality, or perhaps not.
Maybe I'm sane, or just plain crazy
but being a hero kinda sucks.
Or la di da di da di da...maybe
it will earn me some major big bucks.
One may think the above is my sleep,
once my eyes have closen.*
In reality its more than a sweep
of crazy daydozin*.
* yes I know these words aren't real!
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