A Sweet Dream

4:35 in the blackened morning, 

Everyone else is snoring,

I am awake, sweat pouring,

Is it late at night? Or early in the morning?

My eyes so sleepy, they’re burning, 

But no matter, I can't stop tossing and turning, 

Is it too much to ask for a sweet dream?

Because life seems so simple when I'm asleep,

But right now I'm a wakened heap,

6:55 and the sunlight is peeping,

Wide awake, still not sleeping,

Scary thoughts inside my head, monsters creeping,

Only a certain amount of sheep a girl can count, 

Energy draining like my bank account, 

Cluttered thoughts like a line for a discount, 

Is it too much to ask for a sweet dream?

Because life seems so simple when I'm asleep,

But right now I'm a wakened heap,

6:59; Minutes later, but it feels like a lifetime,

Wanting to sleep so bad, It feels like a crime,

Most of all, listening out for the clocks dime,

Thoughts flying around, making me brain-dead, 

Like regretting that one stupid thing I said, 

Feeling drowsy, my hands supporting my head, 

Is it too much to ask for a sweet dream?

Because life seems so simple when I'm asleep,

But right now I'm a sleepless heap,

8:39, hoping my coffee helps me with the rebound, 

And hoping that maybe one day sleep will be found, 

So I stop feeling as If I'm drowned, 

Thinking about my tiring night session,

Wondering ways to make me feel a bit more freshened,

But most of all, asking one question....

Is it too much to ask for a sweet dream?

Because life seems so simple when I'm asleep,

But right now I'm a sleepless heap,