Waiting

There are random nights where sleep is fleeting,

The energy of an army courses in the blood.

Where to go with it, or what to do?

Pacing, pacing, pacing.

It can't be stopped.

Quickly, present a challenge to the hands!

Provide a mental puzzle to be solved!

Once you do, though, it can't be stopped,

And sleep remains fleeting.

Hours, hours, hours,

Until at last the energy gets used up.

Now it's noon, there's no time to nap.

Keep going without sleep,

Keep going to keep up with everyone.

Crash and burn, meltdowns all around,

Then at last it's time for bed.

Under the covers at last, but wait!

What's that sound? That smell? Lights, on or off?

It's too hot, too cold, one foot out, then back in again.

On the side, left, right, stomach, back.

There is no rest for the wicked,

But what sin was committed?

Sleep will never come it seems,

Even as the moon sails across the sky.

Another day has come, another night has gone,

Waiting, waiting, waiting.