As I lay down to sleep,
The calmness of the night begins to creep,
And with it comes the dreaded thoughts,
It makes me want to sob and rot.
Back in the days of yesteryear,
Before my mind was filled with fear,
I would sleep without a care,
And wake up feeling fresh and fair.
No overthinking, no anxiety,
Just peace and quiet, simplicity.
I miss those days of yore,
When my thoughts were free and not a chore.
Now my mind is full of worries,
And sleep is just a distant memory.
But the joy I felt then,
When sleep was simple, smooth and bland.
Take me back to those days,
When sleep was easy and not a maze,
When my mind was quiet and content,
And sleep brought no anxiety or torment.
