When Morning Is Too Bright For Sore Eyes

I find it strikingly odd
the thing that keeps me awake
has me day dreaming of getting more sleep

where was it when midnight struck
and my mind was shifting gears
no melatonin moments of happiness
as sleep was in the rear view mirror

I walk outside into the wetness
where jungles have flourished thru night fall
I feel the dew didn't get no rest either
and the grass growth is half-calf tall

my sickle might need to be sharpened
but can't remember what I did with that stone
maybe there's that one in the alley
I tripped over drunken yesterday on my way home

I wished the sun would stop shining
so I could see thru these drug mazed halls
more than one pill calling off to another
trying to slow down this day to a crawl