An Illusive Sleep

Sleep is but an illusive dream.

Dancing just beyond my grasp.

As I lay me down to sleep,

I feel the need to do something.

The pressure put upon my head

I just cannot go to bed.

The conspiracies of the world,

Conspire against me.

My little lion leads me

On a seemingly endless chase

It is so long and wild.

I lay down my head and try to sleep.

The Sandman never comes.

Did I make the entire world angry

Or perhaps just Hypnos?