Sleep

Three times, the clock struck twelve.
When sparrows slumber and cicada's roam the streets.
In bed i found myself upright.
Dispelled, all notions of sheep.

There comes a time that man starts to think.
Curiosity is the shrink.
Or is it Fate's mocking?
Morpheus, Morpheus...abandoned by him.

And no amount of pills you take.
Can put you back to bed.
Is it the coffee or tea?
That spoiled the pretty dream i made.