NARCOLEPSY

I N S P I R A T I O N

Although the gender has been adapted to make the words flow, this song probably relates to me. I have always been an early riser, and there is nothing quite like a power nap half way through the day. You can listen to this track on Soundcloud.


Narcolepsy

Extrapolating theories on the humdrum and mundane,

Can sometimes be a trigger to the mind,

When mental relaxation takes the links out of the chain,

And cohesive thinking processes unwind.

The wave just sucks her under, she is powerless to resist,

As the numbness oozes through each gland and pore.

No-one really minds much when the lady falls asleep,

But they only wish to God she wouldn't snore.


The seductive pull of dreamland can beckon from somewhere,

As a narcoleptic yawn becomes a chasm.

Things evade the grasp of logic, to catch her unaware,

And the effort is too much to fight the spasm.

Then for why, who knows the reason, but resistance won't avail,

As the senses send a shockwave to the core?

No-one really minds much when the lady falls asleep,

But they only wish to God she wouldn't snore.


It isn't just a case of burning candles at both ends,

Sometimes a deficit of sleep is not the cause.

Even on a straight day, when there are no curves or bends,

The woman will take time to have a pause.

She will bow her head just slightly, then she'll tilt it to one side,

As metaphorically she shuts a bedroom door.

No-one really minds much when the lady falls asleep,

But they only wish to God she wouldn't snore.


Paul J Openshaw (2008 ish)

© Paul J Openshaw 2012