As each tick dissolves into oblivion,
I stifle a larger yawn…
Dreams provide a welcome refuge,
But sleep still eludes…

Chores loom large,
Sloth still a barrage…
All’s quite drab and dry,
Dreams continue to ply…

I sleep walk through it all,
Sheer boredom appalls…
Another morn, another night,
Quite right, but rhymes with trite…