OVERTIME


When my head meets the bed, 

I'm so tired, nearly dead

The only thing I really want is sleep

I think of things I've read, 

and replay what I've said

Stirring, at every little peep

I try with all my might, 

to keep my eyes closed tight

A war between my consciousness 

and slumber

Every night it's a fight, 

with my brain out of spite

Try counting sheep, 

but I'd fixate on a number


When it’s bedtime,  

it should be my downtime

Instead it’s like it’s wartime

My mind keeps working overtime.   

When it’s nighttime, 

it should be my peacetime 

Instead it’s been a lifetime

My mind keeps working overtime.


I toss and I turn, 

sweet dreams is all I yearn

Another random thought 

just came to life

Heartburn or concern, 

my stomach starts to churn

I try not awakening my wife

I bow my head and pray, 

and finally drift away

Then start to have 

the craziest of dreams

A giant made of clay 

or a hungry lions' prey

Then I'm startled by my 

own nocturnal screams


When it’s bedtime,  

it should be my downtime

Instead it’s like it’s wartime

My mind keeps working overtime.   

When it’s nighttime, 

it should be my peacetime 

Instead it’s been a lifetime

My mind keeps working overtime.


Now I lay me down to sleep 

Why dear Lord are my thoughts so deep

Should I find rest for mercy’s sake

I pray oh Lord before it’s time to wake


When it’s bedtime,  

it should be my downtime

Instead it’s like it’s wartime

My mind keeps working overtime.   

When it’s nighttime, 

it should be my peacetime 

Instead it’s been a lifetime

My mind keeps working overtime.



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