Unwanted Rest (poem)

Morning comes on,

But I have not been off.

While others have slept,

I have worked.

But soon they will work,

And I will rest,

Much to my dismay.

It is strange

That I may forfeit rest,

For nothing,

But the wish to work.

When laziness has me,

I rest and do not act.

When I am free,

It is reversed.

What use does rest possess?

A renewed vigour?

An empowered will?

I think not.

Rest renews me, yes,

But empowers laziness.

When I awake,

I care not for work.

And then,

The day is wasted.

But when I work,

Rest is like death.

It is inevitable,

And can only be postponed.

It stops my hand,

Freezes my mind,

And dries my ink.

But I cannot stop it.

I wonder why

Sleep is so great

For so many,

When for me,

It is a curse,

A demon,

Who leads me into laziness.

-Zero