Chimera

Come morning
I will agit my soul
Or else 
Give away to
Somnambulism.

Come night
I will wean my self
Away from
Peevish tricks and
Treats.

Come morning
I will clout my self
With a
Futile and barren
Chimera.

Come night.
I will sleep
And forget all
Patterns
That made this thing
Waste your time.