Worry eats my gut, 
The zombie stance we all assume, 
Has pulled you under,
Due to another, 
Sleep pulls from beneath,
And demands to be follwed down,
How to cure what's been revealed,
Follow the white rabit,
Enter Alice, enter dream land,
Sleepless and deranged,
I need something,
Or someone,
To reach in and pull my mind asleep, and bring peace,
The rot of worry eats what's left.