Tossing and turningand flipping sheets over.Grunting in frustration,as the clock moves forward. Mind is spinningand won't slow down.Future's moving closer,can't turn back now. Time is of the essence,too precious to be wasted.Experiences to be had,and dreams to be tasted. Counting sheep, so bountyhoping on a prayer.Wanting sleep, so peaceful,but to find it, don't know where.