I’d rather be asleep than pondering...
...that woman I saw last night on the corner of 7-Eleven
hollow eyed and slouched over clinging to a shopping cart
while the street lights glowed like a beacon from heaven
...or the exact number of stars in the sky, hidden constellations,
undiscovered planets, and our relative distance from the moon
...or the regretful look in my mother’s eyes when she sees
my father walk through the door

No I’d rather be lost in the dreamland of my own making
than questioning...
...who first put the drugs in my cousin’s hands and why
he decided to take a hit
...or if a,b, and c have no quantitative values does
a+b always have to equal c?
...And how come that quiet kid who sits in the back of the classroom
wears the same long sleeve turtleneck, ripped jeans all year round?

No I’d rather be sleeping