idle lines

i do not welcome sleep any more
the thought of it is daunting
how i wish i could stay conscious
and only listen to sweet music
simply, endlessly, just drift into the oncoming day
into the next spray of sunlight, discarding the night
my frivolity is sequentially disappearing
falling away from a previous body, a former self
what a wasteful way to spend our youth
crumpled face down, drenched in shadows
plagued by impossible, incomprehensible dreamless nights