Tonight during not sleep my barely functioning ass was all:
When everyone else is closing their eyes
Climbing in bed to snuggle until rise
There’s a few brave souls fidgeting under covers
Jealously watching the chests expand and contract on their lovers
They’ll be giving up soon, as sleep will not come
And that noise in their heads will start banging like a drum
So into the night they solemnly go
Knowing tomorrow their energy will be low
Because in the day they feel the effects of losing last night’s sleep
With bags under eyes, their coffee budget’s getting steep
But for now, that does not matter to them
What is tomorrow when your mind is mayhem?
And they spend the night inside their own heads
Thinking of things they wish they would have said.
Or things that they did say but didn’t come out quite right
Wishing they didn’t seem so awkward in hindsight
Yes this is for the sleepless, the dreamless, the up all nighters
The toss and turn, count all the sheep, one-man-pillow-fighters.
This is for the insomniac, late night over thinkers
The melatonin, cbd, chamomile tea drinkers
I wish you one night sleep or one night peace or 4-6 benadryl.
Here’s to hoping sleep fixes you or you find whatever will.