There's nothing left to do today but sleep.
They say it helps to relax and count sheep.
But 'they'are full of shit, it doesn't work.
I've counted twice and still feel as alert.
Will nothing send me to the place of dreams?
Maybe I should stop looking for new memes,
And try closing my eyes and relaxing.
Coming up with new lines is quite taxing.
For now I'll say farewell and try to sleep,
'Tis not long now till my clock starts to beep.
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Ode to the Insomniac
PoesíaPoems written by an insomniac, for insomniacs and perhaps normys, too.
