Was awake half of last night, radio
On quiet, ineffective lullaby
Kept thinking of the same tune I now know
As one of my favourites. When you try
To go to sleep, sometimes your mind will fly
In the wrong direction, so you give chase
But further off it flaps; you don’t know why
Psychic energy circling your headspace
Relaxing impossible in this race
You must lose but cannot let yourself go
Slowly until the light of dawn. Yawn, sigh
And unnoticed, the mist, falling. Your face
Turned clockwards, still cannot let yourself go
To sleep. Work keeps calling. You cannot lie
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