How do people go to sleep at night?
I've never understood, I must confess
for only once the dawn exudes its light,
does my fatigue subdue me with duress,
But when the sun is hid behind the clouds,
or buried in the snowy mountain tops,
my thoughts are racing, and they're very loud,
and seldom is it that they ever stop,
For, something in my brain, I do suspect,
is wired in a way that is amiss,
so, I take evening hours to reflect,
instead of diving into sleep's abyss
But, oh! If only ****** grew on trees,
perhaps, a night of rest would come with ease.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
How do people go to sleep at night?
I've never understood, I must confess
for only once the dawn exudes its light,
does my fatigue subdue me with duress,
But when the sun is hid behind the clouds,
or buried in the snowy mountain tops,
my thoughts are racing, and they're very loud,
and seldom is it that they ever stop,
For, something in my brain, I do suspect,
is wired in a way that is amiss,
so, I take evening hours to reflect,
instead of diving into sleep's abyss
But, oh! If only ****** grew on trees,
perhaps, a night of rest would come with ease.
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