It’s midnight and I should be sleeping.
Sleeping should be coming.
I’ve got to be out at 7:30 in the morning.
I should be sleeping.
Back in New York.
My body doesn’t want to miss it.
Never wanted to miss a thing.
So I push into midnight and wake up tired.
I ride my bike too far
and come home tired.
I am tired and running again.
Won’t wait because I don’t know how.
In moving there will one day be recognition
or I will die unknown.
I say things like that when I am tired.
Falling into a better dark.
Sleep sleep sleep.
Back in NY.