to sleep i want to fall
i'll lean against a wall
and hopefully i'll know
into my dreams i'll go
but still i am awake
though my fatigue's a lake
in which i do now float
and wish i had a boat
possibly i will grab
some milk and it will stab
my inability
to leave this tired sea
i simply want to sleep
i will not make a peep
and just now in a way
i see this poem sounds gay.

Dammit.