To Sleep
The sweet air from heaven,
Feels a mist of temptation
Whenever I let this happen,
Clouded views turn to motion.
Becomes vague-- bit by bit
As I let the winds slap me while I sit
The exact satisfaction I drool,
I carelessly elope until I lost my cool
I hear scratches behind my ears,
The line above my ears smears
A bright figure comes into view
Alas! It is time for me to wake up, that was my cue.