I want more,

but can’t ever seem to get it.

It sometimes creeps up on me

when I least expect,

one moment doing something,

and the next coming to,

fuzzy mind and thoughts,

wondering what happened,

a little drool on my chin

where my mouth came open

and betrayed me.

I can fall into it quickly,

but it’s also an elusive venture,

making me a walking zombie,

craving rest and coffee.

The journey is always ongoing

as I search how to turn off my brain,

watching endless late-nights shows,

fighting off the urge to mindlessly snack,

and hoping the end of this road

finds me snuggled up comfortably,

steadily breathing,

and finally peacefully dreaming.