Faith And Hope Poem by robert down

Two word with many similarities but can also be contradicting.
'Why do the angles in this room equal a rectangle, and why does it not fit to my eyes'
'This late, this is going well, first conversation with her in a while'
This late at night I am tied, I know tomorrow will be hard.
My body want's to sleep. My Brain want's to sleep. I want to sleep.
Or do I? Has all the caffeine kept me up?
Do I want to sleep or it that just me afraid of waking up?
Yes.
I want to stay and continue these conversations and continue with this music.
I want to read but then, I am to tied for that.
I shall soon sleep.
Scared of these circumstances with only myself to blame.