Red-eye

Whoever named the red-eye flight
(The one that flies your overnight)
Got everything exactly right –
For you’ll appear depleted.

In cramped confines you’ll try to sleep
But even if you’re counting sheep
Your snips of slumber won’t be deep;
Your brain will thus feel cheated.

Such deprivation takes a toll
On eyes (the windows of the soul)
So catching up will be your goal
Once travel’s been completed.

You make it home and need to crash;
Unpacking hopes begin to dash
For both your eyes, from lid to lash,
To dreamland have retreated.