As I drift towards sleep
Which is not easy to achieve,
I think of things which I will do and places where I will be.
Stupidly I smile with the sheets drawn up to my neck
And enjoy the one moment before everything seems distant,
And the simplest of things unachievable.
I fail to reckon if this helplessness
Is just a pre – sleep affair,
Or am I missing things which have not yet happened…