I.
I'm struggling to stay awake
Even as I write this verse
For my body is drugged with food
And tired since I'm sleeping worse
Than I usually do. And so
Like iron gates, my weary eyes
Fall fast, thus locking in
My consciousness. No goodbyes
Were said--there was no time.
What, then, is the point of learning
If it never happens due to
How little sleep I've been earning?

II.
It's my own fault. Who is to blame
When I over indulge, with no sight
To how I'll feel the following day
After staying up so late at night?
Who is to blame when I watch
The time waste and still ignore
What is a constant reminder
Of our death? And so I'll ask no more.