I'm tired.
A phrase I mutter everyday
Coffee will keep me wired
But in the end, I always pay.

How I long for sleep each night
Come bedtime, my hand will be dealt.
Miserable insomnia or out like a light.
Those sleepless nights will surely be felt.

When I sleep a full 8 hours
I still awaken heavy laden
My body fighting with all it's powers
Grasping onto the bed I should've stayed in.

So what is this magic number?
Two or ten hours, it makes no difference
While I yearn for a satisfying slumber
My mind is marked by dissonance.

I'm tired. I'm tired.
I will continue to grumble
Until I am finally retired.
And my responsibilities crumble.