14 Hours

Sleeping is an art form of such profound change,

We cannot live without it,

But too little of it is dangerous,

A person with a mindset of random foreboding and apprehension,

Will be paralyzed by the thought of random dreams,

This is something that can be managed,

As long as the mind wills it,

It lassos the willing in a drip of grains,

Supplying them with tainted responsibility,

A child's dream is always welcome,

But rarely encouraged,

The blue stars of a thousand stars,

Pawing their way through the home front,

In a vision of satellites',

This what we can imagine about.