Are you one of those people who can't get to sleep?
Have you tried milky drinks and the counting of sheep?
Do you crawl into bed as tired as a dog,
Then lie there all rigid, as stiff as a log?
Does your mind keep on churning the events of the day?
Are you just drifting off when a voice seems to say
'Have you put out the cat and unplugged the telly?
And should you have eaten that cheese from the Deli? '
Your pillow's gone lumpy and the air is too stale.
When the hope of lost consciousness seems all too frail,
Do you rail at the fates that won't let you snooze?
Do you feel that insomnia might drive you to booze?
Have you tried relaxation and breathing control?
Have you thought yourself sinking into a black hole?
Have mundane things invaded your spiritual plain,
So you find your mind rampant and roaming again?
You've no guilty conscience and you worked through the day.
Just why sleep eludes some, it's so hard to say.
Whatever the reason; be that as it might,
May I wish the insomniacs of the world, a goodnight.