I close my eyes and try to rest
In my bed thoughts infest
Infest my mind with dancing clowns
Infest my mind with lots of frowns
Colors and people and sounds O my
Thoughts twist and turn and begin to fly
Rest ever not so peaceful
As people speak of sweet sweet dreams
The word rest makes me want to scream
I feel my headache start to pound
As I lay in bed I can't help but hear a sound
A sound a thought a thing that keeps me up
I can't sleep even with a cup
A cup of chamomile that's supposed to calm
It burns my thoughts and floods my palm
A cup of caffeine that's supposed to wake
Does nothing except for make me quake
Rest ever not so peaceful
I lay in bed when tidied up
But the thought of sleep is so abrupt
I twist and turn while others rest
But I try to think and it's empty
I feel so ever blessed
That for once I can sleep and not lay in bed tensely
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC
I close my eyes and try to rest
In my bed thoughts infest
Infest my mind with dancing clowns
Infest my mind with lots of frowns
Colors and people and sounds O my
Thoughts twist and turn and begin to fly
Rest ever not so peaceful
As people speak of sweet sweet dreams
The word rest makes me want to scream
I feel my headache start to pound
As I lay in bed I can't help but hear a sound
A sound a thought a thing that keeps me up
I can't sleep even with a cup
A cup of chamomile that's supposed to calm
It burns my thoughts and floods my palm
A cup of caffeine that's supposed to wake
Does nothing except for make me quake
Rest ever not so peaceful
I lay in bed when tidied up
But the thought of sleep is so abrupt
I twist and turn while others rest
But I try to think and it's empty
I feel so ever blessed
That for once I can sleep and not lay in bed tensely