one twenty two on a Friday afternoon,
my eyes blink once, twice, three times--
I think I'm nodding off again...
I'm soooo sleepy
there are things I need to do,
places to see, people to go
(did I really just say that?)...
I'm soooo sleepy
if I could just get up,
stand up and shake it all off,
maybe I could reawaken, but
I'm soooo sleepy
if only I could get some fresh air--
but then I'd have to get up--
and my hind side is going to prevail in hind sight:
I'm soooo sleepy
to energize, I've got to awaken,
cast aside the burdens weighing on my mind
reject the compulsion to give up or in,
and fight against the sleep
fight against the sleep
fight against the sleep
that drags me down, pulls me in,
dares to bury me in darkness...
for though I'm sleepy, soooo sleepy,
I know the light of day must prevail.
