He Still Can'T Sleep, and He Repeats

He beats the calm and beats the feet. He still can't sleep, and he repeats. He counts the sheep and counts the farm. He moves his leg and moves his arm. He might as well just get up now. Turn a page and read loud. He might as well just run around. In the nude, and stand up proud. Drive the car or cycle round, but whats the best? He just wants rest. He's just so fired, even though he's so damn tired! What to do with all his thoughts? He still can't sleep, and he repeats. Until its dawn and.... Yawn. He's gone.