My body’s sore,
My mind is numb,
But no matter how hard I try
I just cannot sleep.
Are these ailments coming upon me because of what I did before?
Yes, perhaps, as a measly child I certainly was dumb.
I recall an era in which all I used to do was cry
Because late at night I was all alone in my crib to count my sheep.
So, no matter how hard I tried, my nose would never let me snore.
If this pattern were to continue, heretofore, what, in the future, would I then become?
Surely, if I were to say, “a doctor, or a lawyer,” that would certainly be a lie;
But maybe that is why, lying in bed here tonight, I let out my sorrow and weep.