Night time is the time
When my true spirits soar
And that's when the real lion
Within me comes out to roar
Brand new visions and ideas
Come knocking at my door
I gladly welcome them in
As I wonder what they have in store
Every time I try to sleep
I constantly toss and turn
And I always wake up drenched in sweat
Like a fire that will eternally burn
And for sleep my body constantly yearns
As I stay awake yet I never get the satisfaction in return
Tell me what it's like to have dream clouds
To have that strong passion not to be shared aloud
Along with that vivid imagination which is to be proud
Of Lord why am I always up so late?
Is this a sleeping pattern of which I should coordinate?
Is there anybody out there that can relate?
As I continue to suffer day by day from this sleepless state
Please take it away
I would like to wake up and enjoy the day
But I can only pray
That a miracle will come my way
Sun is to day
As moon is to night
And my sleeping pattern
Just isn't right
I rumble in the sheets
My knees are getting weak
I can't even speak
And yet the battle for sleep
Has only just begun
Out of everybody in the entire world
At least I can say that I'm not the only one
I'm lost in a whirlwind
And I can't get back down
My muscles tense up
As I decide to lay down
I know a river of Z's
Awaits for me to drown in
But difficulties complicate the journey
As I rustle the sheets once again
By Glenn McCrary


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