Every moment, my mind in disarray,
Increasingly worse when I hit the hay.
How I wish I could sleep,
No, I don’t count sheep,
When I try to chat they just run away.
“I prefer insomnia to anaesthesia.” ~ Antonio Tabucchi
Every moment, my mind in disarray,
Increasingly worse when I hit the hay.
How I wish I could sleep,
No, I don’t count sheep,
When I try to chat they just run away.
“I prefer insomnia to anaesthesia.” ~ Antonio Tabucchi