Three vestiges of sleep
To steep, half-dreaming, half-waking
Shaking round the youth I keep
Half-forgetting, half-forsaking
All alone and all together
Oft misused best yes forever
Now's the time, now or never
To trace the steps, reboot the leather
Time is time and time is ticking
Reset the alarm, rework the knitting
Were we standing or were we sitting
At the party in the midst of middling
Another neat volume, of plain pages
Another fresh mind, one that still rages
All the while he seeks out the sages
Living out the teenage ages
That we might reach who knows where
To find ourselves without a care
Live a life to stop and stare
Will he doubt or will he dare
