20240301 - 12:22
Oh, the anguish of the sleepless!
Shall we ever know it’s like?
Haunted by the specters of tomorrow’s rising sun,
Tormented by an unwilling debt yet to have been paid.
Thrust between the shores of yesterday and tomorrow,
As helpless as a sinking ship.
He eases his conscious in surrender,
And suffer its consequences : Later.