Sleep won’t come and my mind’s on fire.
Each mistake replayed and everything feels dire.
A worry for every assignment, a worry for every chore.
They make me question my own judgment,
and it’s exasperating me to the core.
Avoid caffeine and let things go,
some Namaste and still my restless mind is my foe.
Make a list and count those sheep,
still the morning comes with very little sleep.
My problems are small I say again and again,
still they wash over me like an unwanted friend.
I search for balance and a simple life,
but still I stress and am full of strife.
Pick a path and make it mine,
but which one, I don’t want “just fine”.
Up all night and I am beginning to tire.
Still sleep won’t come cause my mind’s on fire.
I feel ya.