When It Hits You

Your walk is funny
Your step is sloppy
Your mood is goofy
Your hair is nappy
Your fingers are numb
Your feet are freezing
Your eyes are hazy
Your stomach's queazy
Your blanket is warm
Your nose is cold
Your face is ugly
Your skin grows old
Your body sways
Your lungs slow down
Your breath is slower
Your mouth is a frown
You break into a smile
As you stare down at peace
You start to dive in for
All you really wanted was sleep.