Why do I have inertia so profound
In going to bed for a sleep sound
Glued I am to my computer screen
Why doesn’t the bed inviting seem?
When I finally trudge to bed
I’ll be checking my phone instead
Of closing my eyes to try to sleep..
Why don’t I yearn for slumber deep?
Tossing and turning, finally I succumb
To deep sleep, my resistance finally overcome.
In the sanguine morning, once again
When it’s time to wake up, inertia reigns
Now I cannot my languid limbs force
Into a vertical posture; in due course
I fling myself out of bed when I see
My bedside alarm clock ticking away furiously
I fault this inertia which leads me
To procrastinate both ways endlessly
I fantasize about sleeping on time every night
And waking at the crack of dawn, ready for flight
If that happens even once, I will let you know
Goodbye for now, off to bed I must go!