Sleepsick In the Cave of Day

In the innards of the night
there is a hollow cave,
a space where time does not feel tight,
so dark that I am brave.
The threat I risk is sure to come
but I do hope it won't.
I risk the slap of running out,
but I sure hope I don't.
Soon I'll run out of energy
just when I need it most.
Yes, I feel fine and dandy now,
but I don't dare to boast.
For I have battled all night long
and forced my mind to play.
Then rode to morn on rising sun
and slept along the way.

I do not regret my quest.
I did it not to fail.
I do not regret my stops
to talk beside the trail.
I do regret I ever thought
that I could do it all.
Sleepsick in the cave of day,
for health to God I call.