Amazingly late nights that end in the day,
Just after I woke up early to move hay,
Don’t know what time it is when it dark,
Can’t spend my evenings out at the park.
Insomnia is weird when it happens in the light,
Always feeling tired is quite a fight.
This poem is quite plain,
My consciousness begins to wane.
7 more hours to go,
But the clock moves to slow.