My eyes closing shut
Have a mind of their own
Exhausted beyond belief
Insomnia is my habitual rut
Rest and sleep are a faint memory
Life as it should be...
How it used to be...
Thought processes SWim around in my head
When all I want, is to fall asleep in my bed
Gentle music, counting sheep?
Any suggestions my friend
On how I can get some sleep!

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