Restless

Restless

Sleep is hard to come by.
In the dead of night
That sleeplessness could cause you to die
So I try with all my might 
To clear my head of all the webs and fight
Fight, back the equations in my mind
Four plus four is eight?
Or is it seven?
I can never know 
Because here it comes, there it goes
Running faster and faster
Like a computer I act
Like a puppet I fall into place.
Into the rythem of time
and dance to the song of rhyme 
sleep insomnia, ain't it great!

-Phila Lewis