Another poem for you guys: Oh let me sleep, let this day be done. I can't face the things that need to be done. The way you woke me is like a gasoline fire gone out in an instant being asked to start again with no fuel. Can't dream of getting my sharpies back like I was, no. What color and fire do I even have today? Let that gust holler outside; my covers are warm and there's dreams to finish.