A sleepy boy always awake, always had his eyes open so wide. Only another few minutes he kept telling himself, in a few moments he would sleep. In a few moments he may finally rest.
An optimistic boy, still awake and calling out each and every detail. Only another few hours he kept telling himself, I'll make it till then. A few more hours and I'll drift off.
An ambitious man now, awake only from the ******* that coursed through his body. Only another few months he kept telling himself, a few more months and he could finally take a seat and maybe greet some of his dreams.
An unfulfilled man, awake and completely overwhelmed by life and it's instantaneous moments. He no longer tells himself a thing. In a few years he knows he'll be gone.
I'm actually very sleepy right now, I hoped I judged my writing properly. Goodnight.
