i sit on my bed
telling my mind to be quite,
for my mind is alert
but my body is tired.
webs of questions,
tangles of people,
and strings of stories
combine in my thoughts.
my fingers are lethargic,
neither foot will cooperate,
and my eyes are drooping—
all longing for sleep.
but my mind will win
because it won’t shut up.
yes, i really am that tired
