I want to go to bed
but someone’s standing on my head!
I don’t know what matters most
the butter or the toast.
I have looked into your mirror
Was it cracked across in error?
I want to go to sleep
I have counted all those sheep.
My dreams are very bland.
Swiftly flows the sand.
I wake at 6 am,
My soul cries out just then.
I like to drink espresso
and recall sweet summer colors.
I want to go to bed
But my palms have both been read
Sleep knits us together
So we won’t get married ever
My heart is made of leather
to protects me in bad weather
