I'm turning and churning the thoughts in my head

I'm twisting and wrapping the sheets in my bed

Still no sleep is coming I can't seem to rest

There's something inside something I can't contest

It whirls through the wind like a small blade of grass

Then lands in a creek with an invisible splash

It floats down the stream like a paper made raft

On board is my nest my thoughts have not hatched

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I don't wanna say where I'm going now

Choose to ignore all who tell me how

My eyes keep closing why can't I just rest my mind

And replace all the rambles lost in time



There's no use in trying to force out my sleep

I'm done with the pushups and counting of sheep

These thoughts are all good ones I wish I could keep

To store in my head until next time we meet

In time my future will reflect on my past

My life is a series in a house made of glass

The thoughts keep on churning how long will this last

My sleep is an outlaw my body can't catch



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I'm wishing my body would set itself free

So all my subconscious could expand upon me

And show me the things that the eye does not see

A bold silver lion beneath a weeping old tree

A gold plated sunrise in the middle of the day

A hawk on the hunt with me as its prey

I'm running I'm tripping I cant get away

This can't be real I cant be awake



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