It's that time again, to close my eyes and start my sleepless nightshift,
My sanity and sleep have seemingly developed a midnight rift.
I cannot seem to sleep peacefully into the night,
My imagination is constantly up for this midnight fight.
This silent fight goes on for many hours,
Until the final bell and for them to head for the showers.
Should I start planning things to discuss with myself at night?,
Somehow that doesn't quite sound so right...
But aren't I talking to myself right now?
Well done sense of humour, please take a bow.
What next?
Will I start to suffer any side effects?
Perhaps i should consider the pill that will put your mind to rest,
Or is this some kind of strange insomniac initiation test?
When will I know when I stop making sense?
Sanity spoke "not sure, I'm still on the fence"
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