I'm never ready for bed
I just wanna stay up and think and never go to sleep
or talk to a friend about whatnot till the wee hours of the night
if they're available and willing
night's when I get my best and most clear thoughts
and the world seems grand
so grand I just wanna feel life forever and not stop once for a rest
but eventually, the sandman sprinkles his dust in my eyes and they grow weary
or the friend falls asleep and I am left alone talking to the Moon
then visions fade to fanciful dreams of another life and I rest
till tomorrow night and I live
why must I sleep?

©1996 Matt Henderson 4/21/76