New Poem

I was looking to waste some time today so I wrote a poem.  This poem was inspired by Modest Mouse's song "parting of the sensory", it got me thinking about how each night when we go to sleep we "part from our sensory".  So in a way every time we go to sleep we die; the reverse of this happens every morning when we awake from our slumber, we are reborn.  I find it fascinating that even though sleep is like a "mini-death" of sorts we still seek it and even look forward to it.  On the converse when we rise from our sleep (or are reborn) we are cranky and resentful that we have been reanimated.  This logic seems to be counter-intuitive to the idea of self-preservation that seems to govern life.  well anyways this is the poem I wrote, its kind of rough; I wrote it in 15 minutes but tell me what you think.

I'll keep making our history
till I part from my sensory
even if its like building
a mud castle doomed to falling
it's the process I am after
all the rest does not matter
as I part from my sensory

It is such a funny thing how
we except death with sweat-less brow
when the wicked clock chimes twelve
and into lifeless dream we delve
ungraciously expecting life
to be re-granted with no strife
as I part from my sensory

But as soon as sense starts to stir
the brain is covered in a fur
of agitation and dismay
that labor is needed today
throws of desperation make call
nothingness is not on recall
as I regain my sensory

I'll keep making our history

till I part from my sensory

even if its like building

a mud castle doomed to falling

it's the process I am after

all the rest does not matter

you won't fade from my memory

when I part from my sensory

There it is...