For Sleep is Just a Cousin of Death

As I sit, amidst the trees
placating calm, soothing breeze
tips of leaves, flutter in the night,
pearl of the skies, shines in my eyes

Cover of dark, blanket for gripe,
one moment clear, one moment all life
sands of time, slip through my hand
haywire actions, beliefs still stand

Days of yore, etched to the core,
dance with a daze,  unending maze
need to clear, all that is up here

but......

Can i leave it, should I leave it, can i leave it...No.

'When I grow up...

....I want to be an astrophysicist.'

That was such a long long time ago.

Now that I have grown up, I guess I just want to be.

'To BE or not to BE' turned out to be the question I gave the wrong answer to.