It’s really not funny, you know

I can’t …keep …my head up

My eyelids are heavy and low

My blood is all …bled up…

Or maybe it’s drained down below

To my stomach, where dinner churns

Maybe just a quick lie-down, though

But the Rabbi implores us to stay alert

Gah!  I can’t help it. My lids are like lead

Peripheral vision's closing in

‘Can’t escape grogginess in my head

He’ll understand...flesh is sin.

I don’t have power

The power of will

In this late hour

With the moon and the chill

The spirit is willing

But the flesh is weak

His anguish is chilling

The outlook is bleak

But even so, I’m just so drained.

Each time my head bobs I make Him weep!

I was made this way, I’ve always maintained,

I just can’t function without sleep