sleep is like death, only it breathes
How often we hear
The extent of our lives that we spend
Unconscious, and asleep.
We do nothing in this time
But let our minds go.
We can try and fight our falling lids
But it is a battle we cannot win.
Even when our lives become
And we just need more time;
Our lids still fall
As we cannot even function if we do not
How ironic it is
That we must spend a third of our time asleep
To spend any of our time at all.