So used to it now, getting tired of it now, same time most every night, really every morn,

I’m torn when sleep eyes look at the clock, up and at ‘em or roll over and try to sleep again,

Mind racing again, bracing again for another day and if it’s bad, mind starts filling up quick,

Eyes closed tight in the dark, still in the dark outside, closed tight to keep all that at bay,

Witching Hour again, spells, bits, lists, past do, must do, can do, no no, not voodoo,

What do I say to myself, silently in my head saying whatever phrasing brings a bit of peace and gets the thoughts moving along,

Running through my head and soon thoughts become dreams again, what’s the difference again?

Find the peace again, and again, let it flow, not go, me to the core now, embrace it all now, peace now,

Now.