Too Many Winks
Some nights, I swear I wake up far more tired
Than when I went to sleep
As if my dreaming mind is overfired
With all the thoughts that leap.
I blame the Moon, who’s too full and romantic,
Sending me his glow –
He makes my nightly visions so gigantic,
Putting on a show.
Some nights, I swear I live a year inside,
Upon my sweated bed.
All Summer long, with blinds and windows wide –
But nothing cools my head.
I blame the Moon, who’s far too round and bright
And keeps my slumbers stressed.
I need to hang some curtains, dim his light,
To get some proper rest.
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