Tired

Trying hard to say the right words.
I yawn and try to keep a straight
face.
Being tired never really mattered
Before.
It's a beginning,
It's an ending.

Sleep, I take comfort in a pillow
And a blanket.
I sleep, feeling safe from
The unknown outside my window.
I sleep, and I dream.

Things stop making sense,
As my dreams become vivid
In color.
A cheshire cat,
A mouse named Jack.

Nothing matters, nothing
Matters at all.