Slumber Sonnet

I do resent this body's need for rest
and so defy its limits to no gain.
My time too finite - fate waits! - is so pressed!
Yet sleep belies such professed precious claim.

For to turn in is to give up, give in
and irony hides from a reasoned course.
But why head home to seek oblivion!?
The rested countenance sees fruitless force

So - I'll pause right here "just to rest my eyes",
Catch 22 winks - unwitting - time flies!