Another night at 3Am comes
where sleep eludes
and sandman plays hid and seek.

I sit lonely,
no one to call,
too tired to be productive,
but awake enough to keep upright.

With big yarn
I whisper boldly
“Olly olly oxen free”
Mr. Sandman, please come back
and help me sleep.

With no answer my thoughts go elsewhere.
Maybe, I should call the Sand-woman
She’s more responsible
and known for not playing silly games.