Sleep

Sleep.

It is a peaceful thing, a beautiful thing,

A simple thing.

It is essential.

It is quintessential.

It is a need.

How ironic that very thing you need becomes lesser

When other priorities--

School, work, money--

Yank your attention away from it.

And because you have other needs

That simple need becomes a want.

You want to bury yourself under the covers

You want to shut your eyes

You want to never see the light of day

You want to never again face each challenge the day offers you

You want to not wake up and face possible disappointment

Again and again and again.

You want to sleep forever.

But then you would be as good as dead.

For while you sleep, you are carried away into a land of dreams

But you miss the opportunity to make them come true in reality.

While you sleep, you have your hours of peace,

But each hour spent sleeping is an hour that could be spent learning.  

While you sleep, your body creates energy

Which goes to waste if you do not wake up.

You must wake up

Or your dreams,

Your energy,

Your time,

Your life

Will all be for nothing.

Still, you must sleep,

For it is a need.

So sleep.

And then wake up.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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