Sitting here waiting for sleep
As the veil of night slowly creeps
Revealing the light of early morn
My mind is ragged, zagged, and torn
This body is tired but without ease
Will you come soon, Sandman, please?
I smell the coffee cooking down below
The landlord's up and getting ready to go
I am here wishing that I would grasp and gain
The knowledge to unlock this insomnia chain
That keeps me prisoner in this tormenting hell
I want to scream, holler, pound the walls, and yell,
Close the doors!
Turn off the lights!
Unplug the coffee
And pretend it's night.

Where, oh where, is the road to slumber?
Does anyone have Dr. Phil's number?

Oh what's that on the widow sill?
Why, it's the last of my sleepytime pills.

I'll just take one then close my eyes

Drifiting off now... I'll say

goodbye

8:00am. zzzzzzzzzzz