A Thousand Miles a Minute

Racing thoughts,
eyes wide awake
and things sorted
up in my head.

It's four am
un-blinking
gritty eyes
emotions frayed.

I am happy.
I am contented.
So why can't I,
silence my head?

There are no feelings
buried deep.
There are no worries
preventing sleep.

All I have are these sheep
on a marathon running
a thousand miles a minute.

I picked up a book
chased by warm milk.
And still my eyes,
refused to quit.

The gun goes off
and there they go
sheep running circles
a thousand miles a minute.

Status: Restless and tired.
Music to lull me to sleep: Lullaby by The Cure

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