Lying in bed, trying to sleep,
My mind is not tired.
I squeeze my eyes, pretend to snore,
I am totally wired.
It must have been that barrel of coffee,
I felt the need to drink.
Now no matter how I search for slumber,
All I do is think.
Well at least I could use this time,
To ponder world issues.
Never mind, that would require,
Way too many tissues.
Perhaps I’ll try counting sheep,
Nah, that will never last.
I’ve resigned myself, I’ll just wait,
Until this night has passed.
Anyone else awake?