Bedtime

I know I should be tired
But I can't tell the difference
between night and day anymore

All my time is wasted away
sleeping or dreaming
tossing and turning

While the clock is ticking
the hands are going nowhere
It can't possibly be sundown

I should feel it
but I bury it down
under hours of denial

I argue with my eyelids
sleep not beyond my reach
but It'll be days before I will
turn off my lights