It is late, I should be asleep, but thoughts go swirling in my head
The day has been busy, work is done now, why can’t I relax?

Work done, not really! Never a time with nothing to do,
Relax is an unknown scenario, feet up, head back,  No Way!

Even if it could be, my clock would make me stand at attention
Guilty for the laziness running through my bones

Oh well, as long as there is a purpose for living, work will be there
So as I lie in my comfortable bed, let the busyness swirl, finally to sleep
Tomorrow is here

It's that time again; when I lay here in the dark.
Staring at where you used to stay, beside me all night long.
Confusion makes it hard to sleep, when your brain is wrought with pain and grief.
Insomnia's an arduous mistress, when your not filled with sorrow.
I close my eyes again tonight, to be back here again tomorrow.