when you're sleepy

You start to cross your arms like you do when you’re disinterested.
But you just want balance really.

You focus your eyes in front of you like they were intended to stare right there, only there.
But you have no choice really.

You get hold of your mind, trying to think, think, and think like that when you’re groping for words and was supposed to talk.
But the flowers became butterflies, and suddenly butterflies became dinosaurs. Yet you think all still makes sense because the dinosaurs were flying and indeed, there were flying dinosaurs. Only that, they weren’t flying across buildings during their time.

You shake off your head like some noisy fly have been hovering over your face for a minute now, and although you don’t really care much about what harm it can do to you, you do care about what others perceive of you for allowing a fly, a dirty fly to mess with your face like some rotten food; you need to be normal.
But you find yourself crossing your arms again like before. Do those things with your eyes, mind, and head again.
And you don’t mind, you don’t mind, you don’t mind.

Because you’re just sleepy, that’s why.
You’re just sleepy.