I am tired, but I cannot fall asleep.
I am hungry, but nausea repels my appetite.
I am thirsty, but I don’t feel like drinking.
Distance makes me question
Whether I am taller than someone or not.
I haughtily hover along gravity
To confirm my advantage in height
Only to become distant again
And find distance’s illusion annoying my confidence.
Lips smack after taking a swig of a beverage
Or to signal a break in one person’s talking.
It disturbs me as though nail rims scrape chalkboards.
Whoops! There goes my ego:
Blaming anything outside of me!
For the thirsty line, as an example, I always get thirsty at night (when preferably I should be fasting from drinking RIGHT before bed) yet, in the morning when my body should be taking fluids in, I don't necessarily "crave" water in the morning. Hope that clarification makes sense (this poem just states instances on occasion, not a daily basis according to the "ego" that posted this poem).
