Sleeping

Just when I should be sleeping
That's when my thoughts, they come a creepin.

Had all day to sort themselves out
But after dark they come, they play, and they shout.

Into the night they show their face , and present their usual, terrible case.

With no solution, no happy ending,
What kind of message are they all sending?

As I try to snore, I try to cut them out, quieten them down, I try to ignore.

But they just shout their foul language,with arrogance louder and louder, and louder, than before.

As time ticks and tocks and ticks, and I turn and toss and turn, is everyone else asleep?, or part of a chorus of the midnight burn?

I count sheep 1,2,3
98,99,...500
For the whole night, for the last week, I haven't rested, I haven't slumbered.

In the morning the sun comes up, my bags are out, a new day to face.

Another day to strive, another day to survive...another day, to keep up the pace.