I never fall asleep,
At least not when I am awake.
Not now
While sheep and cows race through my frantic head.
Like questioning a dead man of his living,
But to answer is my doom,
Doom to replay the day before,
Predict the next and ever more
Until I'm no more awake
Then a dog.
Not asleep, but then again
I've never seen it go that far.
And if you're a bit like me
This poem might sum your bedtime up,
But if you're not
Then no more thought,
Enjoy my lullaby:
Drift within the rising waves,
The sound remains the same
Every tenth second hear the crash
And spray then rise again the same
Upon the wet and frigid shore
Before the clear and foaming sea
The pebbles sink into your feet
And seagulls call a sound so sweet.
And now you're sleeping to my rhyme
Or getting bored of passing time,
So for those still wide awake
I pray my meaning loses words
And that you'll listen to the waves for once
And it may be enough.