For a person,
Whom spends the majority of,
Their night hours in their own head,
The task of falling into a deep slumber,
Is by all definitions,
Strenuous.
I wish to sleep,
My eyelids grow heavy,
My temperature drops,
But my mind does not silence,
My clock does not stop.
And when I wake,
From a sleep I can't quite remember,
Finding,
My mind is still running.