I was

I was so tired
That when I closed my eyes 

I couldn't see the light

Above my head 

Through closed lids.

I'd fallen fast asleep.

The next morning in the shop

'How much is the hat?'

I said I wanted to feel like I was getting a deal.

The people in the shop were like 

'Did you know he plays guitar 

And writes poetry?'

My only regret,

I couldn't let my hair out of a ponytail 

Or grow a bushey one.