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.
They snore, they snore, I want to get up and head for the door.
One is a puff, one is a rumble and the other is a dull roar.
They snore, they snore, I can’t take it anymore.
I give one a stroke and over they role,
the other a poke and they are quiet awhile.
They snore, they snore, I count sheep and try to ignore.
To sleep with my pups and the love of my life
a symphony of snores is the cacophony I endure.
They snore, they snore, and sleep I’m yet to score.
To hear them rest sweetly is the sound I yearn for,
but for a good nights rest it is not a cure.
They snore, they snore, but I could not love them more.