James Gale

I forget how to be tired
As the sun goes down
My brain gets too crowded
Can’t turn off my mind

The stress gets to me
As I feel time passing by
And every moment awake
Is eating me alive

The longer I’m not asleep
The harder tomorrow will be
And the irony doesn’t fade
That this worry is keeping me awake

I’ll just close my eyes
And hope for the best
Almost praying
I’ll soon find some rest