This poem is called Income Sheep. It is about the struggle to keep awake: drifting between productivity, laziness, tiredness and sleep procrastination. You name it...
Income Sheep
Working hard or hardly working
Watching those who work then dine
Attention's on my distant pillow
My cave of comfort is oh so fine
Shove aside these calculations
Graphs, functions, linear equations
The only math I'd like to do
Is counting sheep in threes and twos
Mobile light my eye embraces
Daylight pure it struggles to stand
All this talk of noteworthy places -
Cradle is my favourite land
They tell me that the day is young
New and brimming with opportunity
...but... blinds shut and covers over
A sip of hot chamomile for me
All this said I do regret it
Blurry eyes will always struggle to see
Double the stress, strain and effort
When one's brain and heart refuse to argee
Poverty comes to the lover of sleep
So bright eyes and balance you must keep
Cease the glare - it's shallow and cold
The body must do what the body is told
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