Day is gone.
Night has come.
Casting darkness on the shreds of evening light.
And I know that
I really ought to go
To sleep.

Yet the world
Rushes on,
As the earth spins in the dark of endless night.
As I lie between
The sheets, I ought to go
To sleep.

Life goes on, I know.
Half a world away, they wake
To a new day in the sunlight.
How strange it is to know!

Close my eyes.
It is time
For oblivion to claim my mind.
I know I'll be fine. But
It's finally time to go
To sleep.

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