Can't sleep

Late at night

Or early morning

Whatever you call it

It's not very alluring

Nobody awake

Quietly I sit

Thoughts arrive

I wish they'd quit

Sleeping has become a riddle

My mind is now a cripple

I wish it were much more simple

All I wish is to be comfortable

Racing around

Just like a rocket

I'd like to stuff them

All in my pocket

To just be calm

And not overthink

It's not very easy

When at your brink

Sleeping has become a riddle

My head feels like a cripple

If only it were much more simple

All I want is to be comfortable

I'd like to scream

Yell out so loud

Up to the clouds

To stop it now

And make them go

Far enough away

To never return

Not even for a day

Sleeping is just like a riddle

My head feels like a cripple

I thought it would be more simple

I only want to be comfortable

I hope it's sooner

And not too late

It just might be

The cause of my fate

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