(With apologies to Simon & Garfunkel)
Hello, Insomnia, my old friend.
I see you've come to me again,
Though I've said I need my dreams at night.
Maybe I should the count sheep in sight.
So that my eyes'll close and I can rest my weary brain.
Fatigue remains.
With the sounds of fan blades.
In darkness I roll out of bed
Trying to clear my weary head.
Bathed in the glow from my monitor
My cat's asleep but I hear his purr.
The hours go by, as I try to exhaust myself.
Ma'e something else.
Within the sounds of fan blades.
My glass with milk I fill.
A little drink will help, I feel.
The coldness grows inside of me
I hope for some serenity.
Though I wonder if I'll succeed given I have failed before.
Once more.
Within the sounds of fan blades.
"God," I said, "Oh help me, please.
I need your guidance for release.
I can't seem to do this on my own
As my failures have clearly shown.
Though I've lain here for hours I remain awake.
Still won't sate.
Among the sounds of fan blades."
Morning light is peeking inside.
My sleeplessness it cannot hide.
My heavy eyes finally close,
As I am granted my repose.
But it won't last, as I feel my cat's protests.
Against my chest.
And I sigh in the sounds of fan blades.
Hello, Insomnia, my old friend.
I see you've come to me again,
Though I've said I need my dreams at night.
Maybe I should the count sheep in sight.
So that my eyes'll close and I can rest my weary brain.
Fatigue remains.
With the sounds of fan blades.
In darkness I roll out of bed
Trying to clear my weary head.
Bathed in the glow from my monitor
My cat's asleep but I hear his purr.
The hours go by, as I try to exhaust myself.
Ma'e something else.
Within the sounds of fan blades.
My glass with milk I fill.
A little drink will help, I feel.
The coldness grows inside of me
I hope for some serenity.
Though I wonder if I'll succeed given I have failed before.
Once more.
Within the sounds of fan blades.
"God," I said, "Oh help me, please.
I need your guidance for release.
I can't seem to do this on my own
As my failures have clearly shown.
Though I've lain here for hours I remain awake.
Still won't sate.
Among the sounds of fan blades."
Morning light is peeking inside.
My sleeplessness it cannot hide.
My heavy eyes finally close,
As I am granted my repose.
But it won't last, as I feel my cat's protests.
Against my chest.
And I sigh in the sounds of fan blades.
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