Sleepless

Three hundred sixty-five days feels like a glimpse of infinity I’m never on time because it’s always ahead of me Twenty four hours in a day, sixty minutes in an hour, five days in a week How many hours do you think is spent on sleep? I’m so exhausted physically Strife and stress in my life has me drained emotionally As my sleepless days seem everlasting In my moonlit bedroom, my shadow starts casting My tired eyes will close soon any day now and admit defeat I can’t wait to lie under these warm cotton sheets As sleepless days and weeks passed by; A part of me is waiting patiently for a lullaby Sleeping, that's the only time I can really get away Hopefully very soon free time to rest will come my way