Make judgements.

This tiredness is controlling,
Withholding all my plans.
I have the best intentions,
But my eye lids will not wait for them.
My eye lids want to close,
And are dictating to my mind,
What my life will be.
They demand to tell me,
What they think of my priorities,
My choices,
And my expectations of myself.
My eyelids have the control,
Right now.
I do not like it,
But they so strongly do not agree with me,
Do not trust my decisions,
That they have taken the keys,
For the evening shift.
So life, and responsibilities,
Will have to wait ‘til morning.
When the eyelids will stutter,
Will ride with a judder,
And make judgements on the new day.