Sleep is fleeting, Like an Unknown Journey
Yawning without purpose, Resting without meaning
A fine line we tiptoe, Though some would rather trudge
Along the tight rope of sleeping.
Movements are as such
Rolling and Cursing, Tossing and Turning
Dry mouth and Dreaming But sleep is still fleeting.
Or is it rest we seek
We believe sleep this should be Like a floating dream
An uncorked spring Of rest and peace
Tonight, Tonight, These I shall Seek.
But sleep is still fleeting, Just hoping no dreaming
Rest is just out of reach, Until the time we don't need it.
The time may come swiftly, Whether it be now or later,
When sleep is no longer Fleeting
Hoping is now believing, Rest is finally with us
No more sheep are we counting. No more channel surfing.
For the sleep that has been fleeting, Has at last ceased
For this is the reason
We Rest. In. Peace.