Time and Sleep

Time — how precious you are! But in being precious, you destroy me! How cruel you are!

Loving you so, so much, I try to make sure you go unwasted. Yet, my mind can only take in so much; trying to do everything at once, I end up doing nothing! The irony!

Shall I do this? or that? or perhaps this? or perhaps that? Oh dear, what shall I do!

Sleep — stay away, I have to deal with time! No, you shall not have the better of me!

But oh how tired I am! I cannot do anything properly, but yet, I must… oh how I must.

Sweet, dear God, save me from myself!