Goodmorning and Goodnight,
friends that hold the light
close to a book, clasped in hand.
It’s poetry, it must be
that holds on me tonight.
I hate that I, stay up at night
even when exhaustions right.
It’s anxiety, it must be
that holds on me tonight.
I will soar to great height
If I could just rest tonight.
Its insomnia, it must be
that holds on me tonight.
So I will read a page, or ten
in hopes that I can sleep again.
Goodnight, sleep tight, close your eyes,
and wake up a hen.