I’ve begun to question my sanity,
The world’s edges blurring in front of me,
As I ponder the night that was,
And the day that is still to be.
Sleep is overrated, I used to say,
Seeking to live fully each and every day,
In my foolish youth,
And now for a few extra hours I’d happily pay.
I watched the hours pass a minute at a time,
The shadows from streetlamps moving in a line,
Across the walls of my room,
Dreading the arrival of morning’s earliest sign.
I can feel my frayed mind unraveling,
The contents are rapidly depleting,
Of the once-upon-a-time steel trap,
Surprisingly it doesn’t ache or snap or sting.
I’ve heard that everything in parenting is a phase,
Every milestone passes in a blaze,
Let’s hope that adage holds true,
While I still know the way of my mind’s maze,
Before I’m lost forever.