Michael
This sounds like a lot of nights I go through.

The moon yawns
before dawn
I am restless too.
Day turns to night
my clock's not right
there is nothing new

This paints a vivid imagine for the minds eye.
I can picture the moon yawning.

Under the sun
when it is done
it is so true
I rise and set
don't seem to get
sleep that is due

I can feel this stanza. Going days without sleep.
Excellent job!
Take care Cindy