Irony plagues my motive for choosing to wake.
For rather than snoozing, productivity offtakes.
For learning oozes a chance for me to break
From my snooze; sleep I am able to shake.
Beaming with the desire to learn is not the main reason to wake, for
Working hard is a supplier of satisfaction that calls for a festive night.
Taking notes eventually dim the fire that pushes me to stay awake, so
Falling into a state of tiredness encourages for an active-less night.
After a day of work, I am able to find comfort in being efficient,
For I am able to wind down from a tiresome day of thinking,
For I am able to find a stopping point for my brain that is draining,
For I am able to shine excitement on my bed that is awaiting, and
For I am able to dine with the ghost of sleep that is looming.
Being able to sleep again in a bed as soft as clouds,
I am able to fulfill my motive for waking.