theres one thing thats a must
one thing that is just
one thing that houses a kindgom
one thing that is our minds freedom.
the one thing is longed by the awake
and not recieved by some, these it forsake
but others are lucky to get
these the sand-man will let.
i am not so lucky
my sight is blurred and my mouth is mucky,
yet i lie on my back wide awake
theres not a single z i can take
insomnia creeps on me from the past
it is a curse upon me my dad had cast
it rips me apart from the inside
from it i cannot hide.
i want to slip into a wonderous sleep
one that would be so deep
i want to dream and dream again
but to me it lies as a sin.
finally, at the break of dawn
the sleep i need had finally spawn
i wish you good morning and good night
for now,in my dreams i will take flight.