Eight hours of sleep is too much for me!

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Mind’s always racing

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Like a drunk driver speeding down the free way

No use counting sheep when I can’t sleep

My mind wanders to the keyboard so I can write poetry

It doesn’t quite rhyme, and isn’t all coherent

Free verse for an insomniac

Her steering wheel’s busted and her foot is on the gas