The mind- it races
don't believe me?
try counting your paces.
listen to the ticks and tocks
of time against that broken clock.
what's it read?
11:11 again,
and the wishing,
it never ends.
try listening to the thumps,
how each second
your left breast jumps?
okay, okay, really now
close those eyes shut
with furrowed brows.
count sheep, stars, and moons
and sleep, i promise,
will come soon.
this should be easier,
perhaps with someone nearer?
warm breath against eyes?
the heart tries and tries
to hide behind
the body's mind.
how can it rest easy any
before you?
when all it wants
is someone to say
goodnight to?