Oh, Sleep
My eyes are wide open. It makes me so sad. Three hours of sleep Are all that I’ve had. Why do you elude me, Oh mischievous fellow? You think you would show Since I have brand new pillows. I lie there and listen To trains passing by Just wishing if only I could catch a ride To Sleepville or Slumberland. It would be so great To keep my eyes closed Til the clock strikes eight. Dear Sleep come my way. I’m begging you please To be like the baby Who rocks in the trees. I’ll give up my vices Like Bush’s Sweet Tea If you would come visit And grant me relief. All I want from you Is just to find sleep . By Annemarie (Victory) Rodriguez (c) 2010