Sleepless
Some nights I just can\'t get to sleep,
listening to the shadows that slide and creep.
Worried another problem will take hold,
from where I\'ve never, the flow controlled.
Stressing as I listen to each slip and step,
unseen in the dark they\'ve always slid and crept.
In the shadows where the what if\'s like to hide,
where they go to play by anxieties side.
These shadows, the ones that slide and creep,
some nights I just can\'t get to sleep.