Deep

It's two fifty-three
And I'm writing this verse
In slumber it seems
I can't fully immerse
It's the same every night
But in truth getting worse
And in all honesty
It's making me terse
Sandman
Please bring me sleep
My rest is so shallow
Not deep

When morning brings light
And the sun rises again
The battle will commence
On the same old campaign
Though my interest
I'm trying to maintain
And in all honesty
I know I shouldn't complain
Everything
Just falls in to a heap
Time seems so shallow
Not deep

I hear the clock ticking
And I'm approaching that age
Where one often takes stock
Tests their years on some gauge
Do you measure it all
By your wealth or your wage
Or where the spotlight finds you
When you stand on the stage
Achievements
Barely make an audible peep
My vocation seems so shallow
Not deep

It's three fifty-two now
Time to stop banging my drum
I'll be tired tomorrow
Guess I should try to sleep some
Sorry if tonight
I've sounded rather glum
May be I can dream of
What I could still become
Ha!
What you sow you reap
May be it's me that is shallow
Not deep