Forty Winks

Lying awake, counting black sheep
Searching for rest, pleading for sleep
Cranky as ever, tired as hell
Wishing that maybe things could be well
On the edge, but under the bridge
Dangling gently on top of the ridge
Slipping down, falling fast
Starting out first, coming in last
Losing ground, fighting the grim
Working for freedom, out on a limb
Staring straight, looking ahead
Living the life of someone who's dead
Grasping for love to wind up with hate
Stalling early to finish it late
Thinking of nothing, pondering it all
Hiding emotions behind this ice wall
Crying for everyone, in sync with the sky
Hoping for truth, obtaining just lies
Waiting for nothing 'cept maybe a cue
Seeking some white among all this blue
Gazing at nothing that eyes could see
Wondering what's left of you and me