Honest Sleep

Sun down, Sun up. I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate. I lie in rhythm to open doors. I follow suit and just want more. My reputation is the same it's been, and I don't care what happens. I read the book, so I know the end. I've probably said too much, but I've never felt more accomplished. I'm losing sleep. I'm losing friends. I've got a love&hate&love with the city I'm in. I'll count the hours, having just one wish. If I'm doing fine, there's no point to this.