So tired, so trying.
Falling from sleep in my bed again
and waiting patiently for morning.
This process is my clockwork.

Change, change again.
Lunatics and lost souls
are pounding on my door.
I’ll not sleep, just the same.

All change, and vanish
but they’ve followed.
Took a while to find me,
but here they are again.

It’s quite hard to refuse
the very heart of divinity.
But the divine has not accounted
for my lack of sleep.

So very tired of trying,
failing to sleep in my bed again.
Waiting impatiently once again
for that knock knock knocking.