• Now that night has fallen,
    all have gone to sleep,
    however, not I,
    for there is much to be done.

    While all rest in dreams,
    I must toil onward,
    studying, practicing, pondering,
    on and on,
    yet no progress has been made.

    While aspirations of love,
    and dreams of splendor
    are near tangible to all,
    they will not be for me,
    not yet.
    for there is work to be done,
    reading, examining, musing,
    but nothing is yet done.

    While calm and content
    the others do rest,
    I must not,
    for there is much to do,
    categorizing, counting, brooding,
    not good enough yet,
    never content,
    never resting,
    never flawless,
    worn limbs numb, weary eyes burn,
    faint breath becomes heavy.
    I cannot,
    though finally...
    at last...
    succumb to unconsciousness.