Forgotten Before Waking Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

At night I lay me down
to get some sleep.
I toss and stretch and burp.
I must ignore
that weasing in my throat.
My pulse must keep
a slower beat.
I rest and then I snore.
At dawn I wake and
sure enough I've slept all night.
My breath went in and out and in.
Without a thought from me on pumping.
Made it.
Let my day begin.
But damn where was I?
Wasn't I just there?
Who was it?
Asking what? And when?
And why?
Digest my day?
See throughout my inner eye?
Once more I've lost the clues
to my self-care.
And yet I live.
I benefit I bet
from dreaming dreams
I gimps and then forget.