White sleep can disguise as a black sheep, just saying!
I stay wide awake on bed
Counting black sheep 100 - 99 - 98 dizzily in head
And my thoughts drift away hither - thither
Am I the black sheep I counted one after the other!
Or has the black sheep devoured me?
Wait, has it really, really saved me?!
Nothing really seems to make sense
Fixated, numb, anxious, tense
Emotions once again getting the better of me
Or the bitter of me -
ohh! Butter - sweet, white butter I digress, sorry!
You see, my mind is playing rhyming games with me -
Words - my bittersweet companions
My only hope against the tuberculotic - diabetic brain
- my saviour, my weakness, my joy, my sorrow
interwoven all together
- keeping my insanity sane!
As I fall back to sleep -
counting white sheep 5-4-3-2-1
Oh! White! Pure white slumber
Again gets a hold of me
- when I almost lost it
- and in thy hands I sleep the most genteel sleep
From counting black sheep -
to astounding white sleep!
- We've drifted a long way you and me
- in time which seemed momentary
- but was the wrath of a couple of hours
exponentiated to eternity... 💤
