Funny how I advise people to sleep early
When I can’t even put my mind at rest
It’s foolish how I hope to be more healthy
When my sleep cycle’s a mess
Maybe it’s the thoughts that keep me awake
Or just the chilly breeze of the night
Is it the scenarios that I’m trying to make
Or the debates in my head, weighing the wrong and the right
Why is it so easy to overthink
To worry, to fear with every blink
To cry and to weep under the sheets
To ponder on the things and people I miss
Do I long for a warm embrace through the night?
Am I unknowingly hoping for arms to hold tight?
Perhaps all that I need for my mind to get sleep
Is someone beside me, just counting sheep