Sleep

This poem isn't that deep
I just wanted to say I love to sleep
It's hard for me to fall asleep
To be honest, I don't feel like counting sheep
But when my past creeps
And I start to weep
And I feel like absolute crap
My brain starts to unwrap
And my mind goes black

I feel like I'm a ship
While I sleep I'm sailing
But when I wake
I've reached dock

To me, sleeping is like a cheap way to entertain
I'll come up with a fun scenario in my brain
And of waking up I'll abstain

I'm a light sleeper
I want no lights
No sound
And I can't sleep if I feel like there's a peeper

I'll sleep in
To 2 maybe 3'oclock
Because I wasn't going to do anything else
Besides some small talk

Sure
I could wake up early
But I can tell you surely
I won't be nice and pearly

I like to sleep, I'll admit
It's hard to commit to sleep
When I have to get up
You see, we're best friends,
Sleep and I
We only really meet during the holidays
Because other days
I have stuff to do
Places to be 
And I have to get up off my lazy arse
And in a haze, I'll get ready
In a daze, I work steady
But that's right,
I'll saviour the holidays right now
And internally die January 31st
Okay that's it