Going to Bed
I cannot seem to go to bed
At any hour deemed decent
By those normal morning people
Because I don’t want to let go of
The day, today, or any day
Others seem not to mind
And even rush to their beds
So to freshly face a new day
But I’ve always been afraid
There might not come a new one
So I stretch this one now
Dark and old as it may be
To ridiculous unhealthy lengths
And live out of step with everyone
Who easily gives up one day
With faith there are yet plenty
But me I lie awake when I try
To go to bed at a decent hour
Fearing I’ve given up the only day
I ever had or could count upon
