Every night, I sleep 5 hours. I sleep five hours because when the night falls, I feel I have done nothing for the world (or maybe just for my world?). I refuse to sleep without a satisfied eager ti revolutionize the world.
And it's never enough. Finally I go to sleep because my body and my common sense take over. But I'm not satisfied. I sleep with a strange feeling of forgetting something important. Something I should have done or said, that would contribute to change everything. And every morning, I wake up with the strange feeling that, by night something will have changed, that I'll finally hit the nail on the head.
As hours pass by, I lose my faith. The day dies off, and I still don't get it. I seek it desperately. But once more, I go to bed and I dream. My body rests, but my soul is jaded.
