In the rush of life's demands, I find myself torn,
With tasks aplenty, yet time is sworn,
To Chronos, foe of restful sleep's charms,
He wrests me from Hypnos' loving arms.
But amidst the chaos, my lover sneaks,
To plant a kiss upon my weary cheeks,
Enveloping me in solace's embrace,
A fleeting moment of tranquil grace.
Yet irony whispers in the quiet night,
That one day Hypnos will reclaim his right,
To cradle me in his eternal hold,
Chronos' revenge for dreams untold.