Yesterday was very stressful
And I had retired to my room
Excessively worn out and fatigued
The next thing on board
Was to have an overdose of sleep
I tried my best
But all was to no avail
All I was thinking of was you
Cursed by some earlier sights
That projected me through ozone
There is a day more
And then anxiety shall cease
Numbering shall end
Wishes shall materialise
And eyes shall meet
I like the truth
This particular one;
Surprisingly taste so sweet
But instead of setting me free
It has increased my captivity