optics

• Optic!
  
  2 o’clock in the morning
  And my eyes crimson red
  Try hard to sleep
  But the heart refuses to that
  So I reach for my cell phone
  Search the enhancement cord
  Hopefully listen to the radio
  Eventually take a nap
  Mom calls from bedroom
  Sweetie u should sleep
  Your eyes gonna turn tomato red
  You are finished if you refuse you know that
  So I reach for the bedroom door
  Drift myself to bed
  Close my eyes so tightly
  So they can eventually rest
  Thump thump went the monster
  There was hurricane of thoughts
  Before I knew
  My alarm went ringing its college time again