It’s time for me to wind down
after hours of TV and games,
school and eating.

It’s time for me to deny sleeping
because I want to stay awake
and not go unconscious

It’s time for me struggle,
just lying in bed,
and thinking about trying to sleep

It’s time for me to attempt to sleep.
I put on calm music,
and toss and turn in the sheets.

It’s time for me to take some pills
and let them work their magic
to carry me to the land of sleep.

It’s time for me to find out it’s 2 a.m.
and think about where the time went
and how the next day will go.

It’s time for me to go to sleep for real now,
as I’m too tired to do anything else,
except to rest.

It’s time for me to wake up
even though I only got 5 hours of sleep
and the thirst for rest still lingers.

It’s time for me to repeat the process
for a lifetime more,
always restless.