As I retire to my bed to rest,
Covering myself in a cosy blanket,
My mind ponders around as it sees fit,
Having taken off the leash around it,
It wanders into the vast darkness of the night,
Touching and sniffing everything in sight,
Inside my memories where it is darkest,
How can I try to achieve control despite my full might,
When my brain is the one in the driver’s seat,
All I can do is close my eyes in the wait,
That there comes a moment,
When I can achieve the state,
The people refer to as sleep,
Because it is getting frustrating,
Counting all these sheep.