Night Routine / Dystopian Lullaby

Half shut eyes
Stumbling on bathroom tiles
Yawning past bedtime
Still up again

Green toothbrush
Rinse out, spit and hush
Disposition flushed
Down the drain

The soap sliding in my cheeks
Peeling dead skin off my lips
Repeating, depleting, and pleading for guidance

Flossing with the tightrope
Unsteadily hoping
To equilibrate immediacy and defiance

I'm squeezing tasks to fill my days
But then I wish I slept twelve hours straight

The performance quite dramatic
Though a bit anticlimactic
Always lying down unconscious in the end

I look at the mirror and
I'm seeing the beginning of the fall

String theory in my neck vibrating
Everything I lack and who's at fault

I'm borrowing this moment
From my sleep time and tomorrow
I'm gonna feel like waking up still tired

And a simple self reflection
Escalates into more questions
On the verge of existential crisis

There's the laundry
The dishes
Need to change the sheets
All these chores
Obstructing
My three year strategy

Lie down, stretch out
For the charger
Plug it in

Close my eyes and wait
For an epiphany
But it never comes

Oh, it never comes

I'm left to go to sleep