I sit there for an hour or two, wishing for something to do.
Wishing for a later bedtime, wishing I could sleep on the dime.
Knowing I could not sleep, made me want to weep.
Again and again I try and I try, to force myself to sleep my my my.
These are the nights I wonder, of what my mind can ponder.
This is what I do on those restless nights.
