Insomnia

Mind is racing, too tired to sleep
Tried everything, even counting sheep

Turn on the TV as the channels I scan
Being up all night was not the plan

Infomercials and movies, all seen before
Battling my brain, this means war

It seems the more I try not to think
The less likely to sleep I will sink

And now I eat, but not out of hunger
Regretting the naps I skipped when younger

I look at the clock, and it only gets worse
Insomnia can be such a curse

Time goes by, but utterly slow
In just a few hours it will be time to go

Searching for something to give me rest
But I end up failing, you might have guessed

There is always tomorrow, hope not to repeat
Maybe me and the sandman will finally meet.

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