awake is like summer in too many ways:
grueling, lasting longer than needbe,
baking me, making me sweat over nothing;
and dozing is like spring: it's on again
then off; it's rain and then it's sun; it's wonderful
to walk outside then unbearable.
if i had to place it sleep is like winter:
i have to stay where i am because my feet cannot traverse
through the streets when they are;
but i want to keep myself from the freezing
so i wrap myself up tightly in a blanket
and hold myself so that i can avoid
the process of waking (which to me is autumn).