The choices lie heavily in your palms,
Rub your back sore.
Sleep, sleep and close your eyes, mind
To all that burns and stings.
Quietness streams into my body and
Pumps and pulses through my veins as
Dreams dance and swirl and sweep it all away.
The time ticks...clocks...counts your happiness and
Is a killjoy come time for wake.
'Til at last it SCREAMS out,
a shrill, cold whine drilling through the silent tranquility.
When can I sleep again?