At the end of the day
My bed calls,
Into it I crawl
Hoping sleep will come.
I fall into that sleep
But then I wake,
Something is on my mind.
The thought of it keeps me awake,
Eventually I fall asleep,
But then I awake again,
And another worry comes to me,
But after a while I fall asleep.
I awake in the morning
Thinking about those things,
Those things that entered my mind.
Many nights I sleep well
And have pleasant dreams.
But then there are those nights,
Those nights where I worry,
Worry once more,
Worry about nothing to worry about.