I think I’m just going to give up on sleep
Let all those mangy thoughts that keep
Dancing around in my mind and reap
Havoc, like some odd nightmare, they creep.
The clock glows one-thirty, then three
I nod off and hope to wake and see
At least six or seven
That would be heaven
But no, it seems to be stuck at four
Why can’t I stay asleep any more?
Guess I’ll get up, and open the door
To the fridge for cold water, watch it pour
Could it be thirst was keeping me awake?
I’m back in bed, open a book that will take
Me into a different world where it seems
That sleep is the hoped-for fantasy dream.
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