Goodnight!

Every afternoon at four o’clock

Homework calls, but a nap calls much stronger

I should have studied, my grades seem to mock

Drinking Celsius, I must work longer. 

Sleep is the devil on my shoulder, she

Whispers illusions of peace and quiet 

No resisting, my future gone I see

As I fall asleep, then wake at sunset. 

But in the end, I would much rather want

Coma-like rest, all eternal and deep

Than to come to school, practice zombie-gaunt 

Work can wait, and as the evening weeps 

I will go to bed, ten assignments due

Dreaming, don’t care, it won’t ruin my mood.