The late afternoon guides us till night
each step a little wearier each breath a little tighter
Dinner tables click and tap
night news familiar tone of crap
pillows beckon sweet pillows
soft dreams, sweet rest, you can have it
ohhh the comfort oh the relaxation
though just warm frustrated insomnia
Curse of a million curses day dreams have dispersed
and screwed with my nocturnal shuteye
and guaranteed dry throat and overthought mind pie
Pillow and bedspread symbol of night bliss
Now just dim dread, brain folds, legs take you for a piss
hands out, eyes shut, countdown, but sleep is not a friend
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