Though everyone must sleep, insomnia is usual for me,When I write, my sentences grow to what they’re meant to be,My Mum is proud, but wishes I’d care more about university,What’s left of school? Pythagorus’s theorem, a few jokes,It’s all very well to be famous, to pick at the starsBut I’ll never save the world with … Continue reading I NEED TO SLEEP: Poem II
THE IDEALIST 