The Couch

From the couch I see.

Time feels slow and so does my life.

Went to the market after losing track of the day,

Eggs were the mission,

Basket and carton in hand.

Sounds of the people, noises from the cars,

The city it seems, never a change,

I feel tired and sleepy, the bed calls my name.

I can't sleep at night,

Try as I might.