Sleep calls to me
its voice akin to the ancient sirens
calling me to bed.
Like the sailors of old
I have developed a tool to keep its allure at bay.
They used wax to dull the sound and sharpen their wit
I use coffee to drown the call as well.
But on some days, the sirens sing louder than wax,
the call of sleep becomes a little stronger.
On those days, I like the legendary sailors before me
will keep my eyes on the destination ahead
when I reach the end, I can rest,
till then, I'll find the strength to resist
and sail on into the future.
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