Languid

What's the fun in waking up,

I am yawning right now

I would like to go to sleep sometime soon.

Since when,

I can't exactly remember,

I am having a much harder time waking up.

It doesn't matter when I go to sleep at night,

My days nowadays only begin at 10.

Somedays even much later.

I read once somewhere

Someone calculated the extra minutes he slept everyday

And found out when he was going to die.

I don't how to do either of the two,

But I know I'm going to wake up late tomorrow.

It feels good to sleep more and more,

But it comes with a feeling of depression,

And with one that of hopelessness.

I am feeling them now in fact

I feel so sleepy I can hardly think of a word to write.

Funny, I actually fell asleep while writing this

These lines you now read

Are from two days past the night I began writing this.

It seems, if anybody should ever think of

Taking upon the ponderous job of writing my biography

They would find hardly anything significant to put together.

And after they have completed composing it

All it would contain are these invigorating words:

All he did was sleep

Sleep, and sleep, and sleep and zzzzzz.