walking along the sidewalknhesitant to indulgennthe bright lights, the shiny carsnthe wet puddles inthe streetna picture of your facennstill i try, i trynnanother restless night herenhot pillows on the bednthe alarm clock, the remote controlnthe scattered objects on the floorni try to sleepnni have to try, i have to trynnhappiness and nightfallnseem to co-existni’m waiting for the sun to go downni’m not tired at allni’m just a little restlessnnshould i try? should i even try?nni been thinking about my problemsnand i’ve concluded ni don’t really need any sleep at alln(the lights peeking in through the curtains and i’m awake)nnshe said life is long, i’ve got time to sparenand to losennbut if this is true then why does she care?ni don’t (know)