Down with flu, the effects of medicine dosage seem to leave me in a trance. Uninspired, but my thoughts are still left to dance.
A quarter to midnight,
High time for slumber.
Yet I refuse to repose,
Not giving in to the dose.
And so my mind wanders,
In places so obscure
I sometimes ponder,
The difference between this and others.
Diminishing light,
Slowly flickering.
My eyes still twitching,
A new unveiling.
Unimpressed,
Undecided.
Uninspired,
Expired.
Perhaps they should be put to rest,
Those fuzzy thoughts
Be put to the test.
No, wait.
Trepidation, get away.
Yes, linger,
Estacy shall come and stay.
And so, I imagine,
A cloud hovering.
Beyond the silver lining,
Lies a secluded paradise,
Where my thoughts are free,
Where troubles vanish for an eternity.
Nicely done. My advice? If the meds make you sleepy, don’t fight it. You likely need to rest anyway, and who knows what sort of thoughts might creep in while you are “under the influence”. 
Thanks guys! Yeah, I was indeed on medication. Hate it when the flu bug hits, and the medication made me groggy. Nevertheless, thanks for the advice and encouragement!
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