Original Work: Shawn’s Lament (Randomly A Reoccurring Insomniac Version)
There’s just a dial tone
Feel free to hang up and try again
You’re wasting change, the result shall remain the same
All of my enervated brain cells are painstakingly searching
Through my mind’s archives, recent and deep
For what the heck is now not letting me sleep
As I try to maintain positivity
And exercise reflexivity
Sadly, I don’t have the faintest idea to anything remotely resembling an answer
I do know that I’ve had more successes than failures lately
There’s been less bad days versus significantly better ones too
Yet, for the past two nights I’ve not rested…
Enough for any human being to function close to normal
What hath slain my somnolence?
Is easy slumbering too much to ask for once?
Where has my lullaby gone?
My eyelids, oh, why do you continue to resist?
The darkness, fan, and natural sleep aids should be my lulling song
Instead of tossing and turning, wide awake, all night long