The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

I wish I could sleep more.

Because I stop thinking when I don't,
And every day I count the hours I will have and have had,
The amount of good ideas that I will no longer have because I cannot sleep,
However, insomnia also gives good ideas, so that's the happy-sad point.

As if insomnia united two days in a night of ideas,
As if the dreaming still gave you a day of ideas, I want to be dreamed then,
As if not sleeping will take away your ideas.

Tomorrow I will sleep eight hours,
I wouldn't even think that would be enough,
I thought it would be, that it would be ours,
That sounds rough, but wasn't I talking about hours of sleep?

Still, I think what I really want is to escape from reality,
And travel or escape to another,
There are possibilities, variability, our love is possible there,
However, I no longer dream of you, so what does it matter?

Do not scare them