To Hell With Sleep

I'm tired. Sleep doesn't seem to catch up to me, and I can't seem to catch it. In the car on lunch break, at the stop light, in the middle of conversations, it's an endless battle that ends with sleep and I never coming to a peaceful compromise. How could you be so cruel? Why can't we get along? I guess I'll settle as I do with so many other aspects of life. I guess I thought too much of something that I couldn't live without. I guess I'll live with being tired, and sleep and I can battle on for the rest of my days...